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Chapter 215 The Birth of Maitreya
Zhou You felt like he was on the Bund in Shanghai during the National Day holiday, or like he was on a subway during rush hour. In short, he felt like a sardine can, squeezed to the extreme.

—Looking around, there are countless wax figures everywhere!
He swung his sword, the Evil Severing Sword, and severed the two outstretched hands, but immediately four or five, or even seventeen or eighteen, more reached out!

Since it was still daytime, Cai Yuankui's bow could not draw moonlight as arrows. Now that he had almost run out of supplies, he had no choice but to use his own knife to cut down the enemy.

"I mean, these wax figures have far exceeded the number of people required for Tantric rituals, haven't they? Where did all these come from?!"

Hearing Cai Yuankui's furious complaints, Zhengde explained with a pale face.

"It seems that Master has 'converted' all those who died at the hands of Tantric Buddhism over the years into this kind of thing. Moreover, since Maitreya Bodhisattva began his teachings, people in Shuanghe City outside this Dharma realm are definitely being continuously converted and transformed!"

At this point, Zhengde suddenly realized what was happening. He finally came to his senses, strained his neck, and shouted.

"We must find a way to warn all the major temples now, otherwise Lizhou, and even half of Han territory, will be finished!"

"You make it sound so easy!" Cai Yuankui gritted his teeth, cleaved a wax figure in two with a single stroke, then took a step back, drew his large bow, pulled a quiver from his nearly empty quiver, nocked an arrow, and riddled the wax figures with bullets. "But how are we going to get out of here? These things seem endless; their sheer number is enough to overwhelm us!"

Zhengde leaned on Cai Yuankui's shoulder, took a deep breath, and then turned his head to look ahead.

"I should be able to unleash my Hell Path technique once more, but the problem is that I must return to the reality of Bodhi Temple, and the release will be rushed, which may have a significant impact on your health, or even leave lasting effects."

Cai Yuankui was taken aback for a moment, then replied casually.

"We Daoist Knights always put our heads on the line, so it doesn't matter whether it affects us or not. Anyway, nobody knows how long we'll live. On the other hand, Master Zhou, you're probably fine, right?"

—Don't ask me, I reset it as soon as I exited the instance!
Zhou You swung his sword, Duanxie, severing a slippery arm. Then, without any mercy, he kicked a beautiful woman who had come to hug him aside before casually saying...

“I don’t have any connections here either, but the problem is how do we get out of this Dharma Realm? I got in by risking my life, so where are we supposed to find an exit now?”

This time, Zhengde directly took the lead.

"Rest assured, Daoist Master, as long as we can rush back to the place we were teleported from, I can use the weak points to open a Yin Path, allowing us all to escape."

Hearing this, Zhou You fell silent. He gazed at the surging sea of ​​people before him, at the diverse yet compassionate faces, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Then, a murderous aura soared into the sky!

In an instant, even the countless wax figures were pressed down by one piece!
The blade of the Demon Slayer was soaked in deep red baleful energy, as if it had been pulled from a pool of blood. Countless demons that had died by this sword appeared vaguely in the blood and baleful energy, their ferocious faces seeming to want to devour people, but the longsword only gently rolled, and those voices disappeared without a trace.

next moment.

Zhou You took a step and slashed out.

The malevolent aura swirled and dissipated like mist, but upon closer inspection...

More than ten wax figures had been broken off at the waist!

Upon seeing this, even Cai Yuankui couldn't help but exclaim, "Excellent!"

However, Zhou You showed no arrogance on his face. He simply gripped the sword in reverse and condensed his killing intent into a single point once more.

This is the way he has figured out for himself since he obtained the Sword-Slaying Blade.

When Xuan Yuan Dao Ren wields his sword, it is always with wide, sweeping strokes. His sword aura is like a torrential rain in the mountains, devastating and relentless, leaving only fragments of debris in its wake.

Although Zhou You also learned the Sumeru Quick Sword, he went to the other extreme. His swordplay was silent and seemingly without any waves, but when he made a move, he would condense life and death into that one point.

Like a spring compressed to its limit, once it strikes, it will be unstoppable. It's either you die or I die!
It's hard to tell whether this change is good or bad yet, but it's ultimately a path that Zhou You has figured out on his own.

It is a path that belongs only to him, a path that only he can walk.

After the liberation from evil, the speed of progress increased significantly.

This is because the overwhelming malevolent energy has a strong restraining effect on these miscellaneous fish, especially after the malevolent energy is transformed into mist, which can often sweep away a large number of them in one go.

The three of them have now fought their way out of the main hall and entered the corridor; everything seems to be getting better.

But for some reason, Zhou You always had a vague sense of unease in his heart.

Everything is going too smoothly.

The old monk didn't make a move for some reason, but the problem is...
Maitreya has already descended to earth, so why has he remained silent?

Suddenly, Zhou You felt something.

No, it wasn't just him.

At this moment, Cai Yuankui and even the pale-faced Zhengde looked up together.

Suddenly, the towering tree shook violently. Before anyone knew it, the Buddha's face had moved to the treetop. Then, the jade-like bark burst open, and a giant hand covered in blood vessels emerged from it.

Next, the arms, then the body.
Soon, a naked, pot-bellied Buddha emerged from it.

His body was covered with bulging veins, which, combined with his towering figure, resembled a blue ravine. There was no smooth skin on his body; all one could see were countless festering wounds and pustules oozing foul-smelling pus.

Even so, he was still smiling.

Just as the legend says, His face was full of joy. He patted His belly, and as countless pieces of rotten flesh and blood fell, He laughed and chanted.

"------"

Zhou You couldn't decipher the words at all, but he still felt a wave of nausea from the bottom of his heart—in an instant, he felt as if all his bodily fluids were overflowing, and his skin immediately became sticky.

And that's not all.

The moment they heard that sound, all the wax figures raised their heads, opened their mouths, and uttered the same shrill and distorted words.

Then, the waxy body began to rot, the pure white wax turning into foul-smelling mud, which then rapidly gathered, solidified, and solidified once again.

From this point, Yaksha Bodhisattvas, as tall as skyscrapers, rose up, each one extremely strange, yet each one smiling, all out of compassion.

Seeing the many prying eyes, Zhou You's expression suddenly became extremely interesting.

"Zhengde, how far are you from being able to break through the Dharma Realm!"

The monk Zhengde's face was now as pale as paper, but he still persisted in shouting.

"It's not far, only about three miles!"

(End of this chapter)