Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Chapter 217 I am the sun!

Another day passed, and the number of cultivators in the small town of Sanhua Town increased even more.

They came from different regions and different sects.

They all gathered here before the appointed date arrived.

Two reasons.

One purpose was to bid farewell to this ancient temple that had stood in the western lands for over a thousand years.

Secondly, it is to witness the birth of the uncrowned king of China.

Bertrand Russell is a name destined to be remembered in the spiritual world.

His cultivation level has surpassed that of the Qingyun Sect's Ancestor Qingye, truly stepping into the legendary realm.

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On Mount Sumeru, in Tianyin Temple.

As the sun sets and dusk falls, the sound of drums echoes.

It was as if it were striking the hearts of every monk in the temple.

This endless cycle of morning bells and evening drums, day after day, seems to be finally coming to an end.

After supervising his fellow disciples to finish their evening prayers, Faxiang blew out the sandalwood incense in the main hall, stepped out of the Mahavira Hall, walked out of the courtyard, and proceeded along the red-lacquered courtyard walls paved with green glazed tiles on both sides. He then stepped through the archway at the end of the passage and headed straight towards the back mountain.

Before long, he saw the figures of his four division commanders.

Pu Hong, Pu Kong, Pu De, and Pu Fang had been sitting around the Boundless Jade Wall for some time.

The injuries of the first two have long since healed.

"Master, Uncle-Master."

The Dharma Image called out.

"Faxiang, have all the disciples been dismissed?" Puhong asked.

“My fellow disciples are willing to live and die with Tianyin Temple, and are unwilling to leave.” Faxiang shook his head.

The sects in the Immortal Execution Realm are different from those in other worlds. Cultivators usually join a sect during their youth or adolescence and never leave. The sect is another, or even the only, home for them.

“Foolish child.” Pu Hong shook his head and said no more. There was no point in staying at Tianyin Temple; it would only add a few more pointless corpses.

"If we miss tonight, there will be no chance at all," Pu Kong sighed.

At this critical moment of life and death, he acted so impulsively...

“If you’re not going, then you’re not going,” Pu Fang said, his golden alms bowl radiating a bright light.

"Faxiang, take Fashan and Fazhong and make arrangements. Disciples who have not yet started cultivating or whose cultivation has not reached the first or third level should go to the cave for refuge. Disciples who have reached the first four to sixth levels of the first level should form a demon-subduing formation in front of the mountain. Later disciples and elders who have reached the seventh to ninth levels of the first level should guard the temple gate and chant the six-syllable mantra to buy us time to activate the Boundless Jade Wall."

"Disciple understands, I will make the arrangements immediately." Faxiang clasped his hands together, bowed, and took his leave.

The masters were making a final stand for the sect's survival, and at this moment he began to understand how ridiculous his words to his junior brother Zhang had been back then.

You won't know the pain until the paddle hits you.

That's exactly the kind of person Faxiang is talking about.

Time passed by minute by minute.

At dawn, a sliver of light appeared in the sky, with a pale blue-gray hue still floating on the horizon.

The deep sound of bells rang out on Mount Sumeru, startling the roosting birds into flapping their wings.

On the mountainside, in front of the temple gate, and on the mountaintop, the monks stood ready.

The surrounding mountain peaks and cloud-covered peaks were filled with practitioners.

There are demonic sects and righteous sects; there are humans and demons.

But they were all unusually silent. There was no fighting, no arguing; they just stood there quietly, as if they were performing some kind of solemn ceremony.

"Why hasn't Russell arrived yet?" On the mountain where the Ghost King Sect was located, Biyao sat on the edge of the cliff and looked out, her two little feet swinging in mid-air, eager to see Russell display his power.

"What's meant to come will come eventually, whether it's sooner or later, it makes no difference." The Ghost King stood with his hands behind his back, as if he were talking about Tianyin Temple, or perhaps the Ghost King Sect.

"It's foggy! There's something wrong with this fog!" Just then, a voice came from somewhere nearby, and soon exclamations rose and fell.

The Ghost King looked around and indeed, just as the shouts had said, thick fog was rising all around.

This fog was extremely unusual; being inside it, he could clearly feel the sluggishness in the flow of his magical power.

"Impressive technique." Madam Sanmiao, who had never met Russell before, sighed. With just this one move of mist, she was able to strip away the magical power of a top expert standing at the pinnacle of the cultivation world, turning her into a mortal powerless.

Behind her, Jin Ping'er, who had come with her master to broaden her horizons, had a very strange expression.

Russell, a familiar name, a familiar face... Suddenly, the scene that happened in Miaoyin Tower in Luohe City flashed into her mind, and her legs went weak.

So, can anyone tell her why this world-renowned number one is such a frivolous fellow, completely different from the image of the number one righteous sect in her mind?

There's something in the fog.

In the hazy mist, Zhou Xiaohuan's clear voice rang out. Everyone looked around and, sure enough, many people noticed that a dark blue-green object was faintly visible in the mist, and as the mist enveloped it, the dark blue-green body continued to expand.

"What a terrifying aura!" a demon whispered.

He sensed an ancient, primal aura emanating from this body, and almost couldn't help but prostrate himself on the ground.

If even the demon race, with its far superior physique compared to humans, is like this, then the monks on the mountainside of Mount Sumeru, who have only just taken their first steps, must be even more formidable.

The group of monks, wielding staffs, lost their way in the fog.

The once indestructible Demon-Subduing Formation suddenly developed a crack.

Suddenly, a red light and a blue light pierced the crack like a sharp sword.

His malevolent aura was subtle and concealed. Well-versed in Buddhist teachings, he blended into the group of monks like a ghost. With each turn of his Soul-Devouring Staff, large numbers of monks turned into dried corpses, their bodies drained of pus and blood.

The emerald green sword light shone even brighter.

With a thunderous roar, the Dragon-Slaying Sword unleashed a burst of emerald light that enveloped its master, relentlessly charging through the disciples of Tianyin Temple.

If Zhang Xiaofan is gloomy and cold, then Lin Jingyu is desperate madness.

He acted as if he didn't care about his life, completely ignoring the attacks from behind, only focusing on moving forward and swinging his sword.

Lin Jingyu's eyes were icy, but deep in his pupils there seemed to be a fanaticism, as if he craved the blood that would burst forth under the cold light ahead. Under the fierce sword light, countless bodies were cut in half at the waist, and blood and flesh flew everywhere he passed.

Countless drops of blood rose and fell before him, soaking his clothes.

Before long, the mountain path of Mount Sumeru was stained red with blood, and the ground was littered with the corpses of monks.

It's laughable, really. The mountain road to Mount Sumeru was originally steep, but it was Puzhi who, all by himself, spent ten years carving out this broad road from the treacherous mountain path.

His original intention was to allow people to go up the mountain to worship Buddha, but now this road has become the burial ground for his disciples and followers.

Just like the old days in Caomiao Village, under the Qingyun Sect.

Each and every incident seems to have a real cause-and-effect cycle.

"Kill!" Zhang Xiaofan roared hatefully, standing on the left and right with Lin Jingyu, completely disregarding the fact that these novices were only teenagers and had already lost their will to fight.

Their only purpose today is revenge.

Hatred can only be washed away with blood.

They showed mercy and let the novices go today, but on that day, Puzhi did not spare their families.

Today, all that remains is killing. The stench of blood rises, and mist swirls.

Just as Zhang Xiaofan and his companion arrived at the gate of Tianyin Temple, they were stopped by the six-syllable mantra "Om Mani Padme Hum," which was even more resonant than the sound of a bell. The fog at the foot of the mountain had almost dissipated, but the fog on the mountain remained thick.

"What...what is this...what is this?!" Suddenly, Jin Ping'er pointed to the area with the thickest fog and cried out in surprise, causing the entire Mount Sumeru mountain range to boil over.

They saw it.

At the top of the mist, a colossal serpent coiled, its entire body obscured by the fog. However, its head hung above the rain, indifferently gazing upon everyone on Mount Sumeru.

A primordial, exotic creature: the Blackwater Serpent!
The Blackwater Serpent raised its head, and a bolt of lightning ripped through the oppressive sky. A torrential downpour, accompanied by a cacophony of rain and wind, swept across the sky.

In an instant, the six-syllable mantra formation shattered.

"Xiao Fan, Jing Yu, it's a fight to the death!"

Above the Blackwater Serpent's head, a slender yet incredibly imposing figure looked down indifferently at everything beneath its feet, its left palm cradling a dazzling yet warm ball of fire, its voice icy.

"A fight to the death!" the two responded simultaneously, charging into the crowd to continue the slaughter.

The three brothers, Faxiang, Fashan, and Fazhong, are the three most outstanding disciples of Tianyin Temple in this era. Their cultivation and magical power have almost reached the second level. They formed a magic array with the elders of the sect, and for a moment, they were able to suppress the two brothers who were empowered by anger and bathed in sunlight.

"You shameless bald monk! Bullying the weak and the many with the few! How shameless!" Biyao cursed angrily, which immediately drew a chorus of agreement.

"Father, let's quickly help these two boys," Biyao pleaded with the Ghost King.

Looking at his attentive daughter, the Ghost King couldn't help but sigh: "Puzhi of Tianyin Temple slaughtered Caomiao Village. The three of them destroyed Tianyin Temple today. That's karma and retribution. They should pay for their crimes with their lives. They won't give anyone any reason to criticize them. What would it look like if we intervened? Wouldn't that make them look like they're colluding with the demonic path?"

"So we're just going to watch like this?" Biyao said angrily.

She saw that Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu were almost at their limit, and if she didn't help them soon, they might be captured by the monks.

“Look, even Master Russell isn’t in a hurry, so why should we outsiders be anxious? We can just watch.” The Ghost King emphasized the word “outsider,” but Biyao seemed not to hear him, only focusing on gazing up at the person on the snake’s head with her chin in her hand.

"Look! Master Russell has made his move!" The leader of Qingmao Mountain shouted, drawing the attention of countless people who craned their necks to look.

A gentle breeze blows, and the rain falls softly.

Russell raised his hand, and a phantom banner was pulled out of thin air.

He suddenly shook the banner.

The banner fluttered, and the bell rang.

The vast expanse of water rippled and scattered, creating countless tiny, dense spatial cracks, like shattered mirrors, and the wails of souls echoed in response.

Dark clouds obscured the sun, and slumbering souls were awakened. Some crawled out of the damp, cold river, some rose from abandoned old houses, and some drifted out from overgrown graves...

"Ghosts! So many ghosts!"

Endless black clouds roared across the sky.

Their sheer number, blotting out the sky, terrified countless demonic masters present.

These ghostly creatures suddenly joined the battle, and the temple gate's defenses, which had almost stabilized, were suddenly shattered.

The cries of monks, the howls of ghosts, the clear murmur of the Dragon-Slaying Sword cutting through bodies, the whistling of the Soul-Devouring Staff as it flipped... filled everyone's ears.

Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu, who live among ghosts and monsters, are covered in blood.

But no one thought they had fallen into evil ways.

Because of the sun in the sky, he stood there quietly, and wherever his gaze fell, all he saw was the radiance of the righteous path.

"Amitabha."

Finally, when almost everyone in Tianyin Temple was slaughtered, Puhong stood up in front of the Boundless Jade Wall.

Russell knew what they were up to, but he didn't care. To him, all their methods were just futile struggles of ants.

He simply wanted Puhong to savor the exquisite brew made from hatred.

"Old monk, now that things have come to this, is there anything you'd like to say?"

The Blackwater Serpent bowed its head, and Russell stepped onto the back mountain of Tianyin Temple.

A faint Buddhist light emanated from the blank jade wall, solemn and weighty.

"The causes of the past are the consequences of today, and this humble monk has nothing to say." Pu Hong shook his head, two lines of bloody tears flowing from his eyes, representing his endless regret. Behind him, the other three old monks had already dissipated, seemingly having passed away. "Today, Tianyin Temple has suffered this calamity, entirely due to this humble monk's fault. This humble monk is willing to be struck by heavenly lightning and fall into the eighteenth level of hell to atone for the sins of Caomiao Village and Tianyin Temple."

Say it.

The old monk's life force visibly weakened, as if he truly intended to atone for their sins with his death, just as he had said.

"Ha...bald monk, you have no manners whatsoever."

Russell smiled dismissively, took a step forward, and in an instant, the Buddha's light shone brightly on the top of Mount Sumeru.

The sound of chanting rose louder on the ground, and solemn golden light soared into the sky. Amidst the rising wind and surging clouds, the clouds became even thicker.

Thunder rumbled across the sky, and lightning began to flash in the clouds, as if the heavens were enraged. A fierce wind blew through the clouds, and the cloud curtain slowly began to rotate, gradually forming the shape of a huge vortex above Russell.

"Lightning tribulation! What a terrifying lightning tribulation!"

A series of surprised exclamations rang out from the crowd of spectators.

No one expected that Tianyin Temple would hide such a deadly weapon.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap suddenly exploded in the sky.

Within the swirling clouds, lightning crackled wildly, and thunder roared.

That's why they say monks are black-hearted and ruthless.

Russell thought to himself with disdain.

The nourishment for this so-called "Heavenly Fiery Thunder" comes from the lifeblood of the monks who live all over the mountains.

The old monks had long known that Russell would massacre the mountain, so they had long ago used the Buddhist secret treasure, the Reincarnation Disc, to set up a magic array on the entire Mount Sumeru, secretly drawing the souls and blood of the monks to nourish the immeasurable jade disc, attempting to annihilate Russell along with the foundation of Tianyin Temple when he was at his most triumphant.

However, they underestimated him far too much.

Russell slowly raised his head and gently lifted his hand.

Having watched the battle for a long time, the nine-tailed fox Xiaobai, who was about to step forward, paused in her tracks.

Then, massive array patterns appeared out of thin air, enveloping the entire Mount Sumeru, and Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu appeared beside her.

"Gentlemen," Russell's voice boomed across the land, louder than thunder, "behold this punch."

Under the watchful eyes of the public, in the clear blue sky, Russell's will seemed to ignite everything.

Countless divine lights flashed in his palm, and the man in green raised his head and threw a punch with fierce force.

The direction of the fist is like the blazing sun, impossible to look directly at.

In a flash.

Two forces, not of this world, collided violently between heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth seemed to freeze in that instant.

Then, the world became clear and bright.

Russell stood proudly in the center.

(End of this chapter)