Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

Chapter 163 Looting

Numerous challenges loomed ahead, and all were turned away, unable to gain access to the temple's lineage.

Those who were able to break through the impasse were either highly respected and possessed boundless wisdom, or their collection of books might even surpass that of Lotus Temple.

Even ancient beings, with extraordinary strength and revered throughout the world, would never covet the mere legacy of a Lotus Temple.

If an opportunity were to present itself by chance, or if it were to be noticed by chance, it would be absolutely impossible for them to go to great lengths to come.

Ancient wisdom, like the vast starry sky, is brilliant and profound, full of ingenious wonders that leave us in awe.

However, even the wisest can make a mistake, and it is likely that no one could have foreseen the existence of a maverick demon like Jiang Shi Nian.

He possesses the body of a dragon but lacks the wisdom of a great demon. He is completely ignorant of magic, yet he covets the carefully laid-out legacy, like a reckless fool attempting to seize the forbidden possessions of the gods.

If the monks of yesteryear had known this, their spirits would likely have been enraged, the corpses would have risen up, and the ashes would have reconstituted, all to demand justice from Jiang Shi Nian and protect the dignity and sanctity of their lineage.

If the spirits of the monks who once protected Lotus Temple could sense Jiang's intentions now...

This will surely unleash a tremendous storm in the world, and their resentment and anger will transform into boundless power to fight for the secret of Lotus Temple.

Jiang Shinian, however, seemed completely unaware of the impending crisis, still immersed in his own plans, attempting to break this thousand-year-old taboo and obtain the power and wisdom that did not belong to him.

Jiang Shinian stood gracefully outside the Lotus Temple, like a pine tree rooted in this tranquil world.

The surrounding night was as still as water, and the faint light of the fireflies, like scattered starlight, shimmered and swayed lightly under the gentle moonlight, like graceful dancers, adding a touch of dreamlike tranquility to this secluded bamboo forest.

However, when his gaze fell upon the person beside him, the peaceful aura that had been shrouded in him like a veil vanished instantly.

The ascetic monk, dressed in rags and bound tightly with rough ropes, sat slumped on the ground like a lamb awaiting slaughter.

He was surrounded by a dense group of shadowy ninjas, dressed in black night clothes, their movements swift and agile, like ghostly demons lurking in the dark.

The ninjas' eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light, like cold stars twinkling in the night sky, revealing endless ruthlessness and cruelty, as if they were ready to devour anyone at any moment.

Jiang Shinian's eyes gleamed with a scarlet dragon's pupils, those deep eyes like mysterious vortexes, concealing endless power.

He nodded slightly, his movements elegant and composed, yet it seemed as if he were issuing a silent command to these shadowy ninjas.

In an instant, the shadowy ninjas seemed to receive a summons from the dark abyss. Their figures transformed into black lightning, leaving afterimages as they filed into Lotus Temple like a surging tide.

"Whoosh-"

"Whoosh-"

"Whoosh-"

The sharp sound of wind breaking through the air was like the cry of an owl. In an instant, from the shadowy depths of the bamboo forest and the narrow gaps between the rocks, the shadowy ninjas seemed to surge out from the dark cracks, converging into a rolling black torrent.

With agile movements and synchronized steps, they surged into the temple, leaping over layers of ancient steps, their momentum seemingly capable of engulfing the entire Lotus Temple.

However, the moment the first shadowy ninja stepped into the temple, a terrifying roar suddenly resounded like thunder.

The sound resounded through the sky, like the neighing of a horse in the wilderness, or like the long howl of a lone wolf under the moonlight, breaking the stillness of the night and echoing for a long time in the vast night sky.

"Roar--"

"Roar——"

"Hoohoho-"

The sound seemed to trigger some mysterious chain reaction, followed by a series of angry roars and howls.

These sounds intertwined, forming a powerful and wild symphony, as if an ancient guardian were issuing a stern warning to the intruders.

"boom--"

A torrent of shadowy ninjas surged towards Lotus Temple like a raging wave, while in response, snow-blue frost magic erupted from within the temple, instantly reducing its walls to dust.

The icy blue magical light, like a clear celestial river, transformed into a dazzling stream of light, shooting straight into the sky like an arrow, before bursting apart high in the air and turning into cool snowflakes that drifted gently down.

These snowflakes are crystal clear, like jade dust sprinkled from heaven, shimmering with a mesmerizing luster under the moonlight.

At the same time, at the gate of Lotus Temple, a chilling aura erupted like a surging cold wave, and magical energy surged like a turbulent tide.

Numerous shadowy ninjas were instantly frozen solid, their bodies encased in a thick layer of ice, unable to move, as if they had become part of this icy world.

"Oh?"

Standing in the bamboo forest, Jiang Shinian raised his eyebrows slightly, his long eyebrows resembling two willow leaves in flight.

A hint of surprise flashed in his blood-red eyes, like a ripple spreading across a calm lake.

When he read the original novel, the temple keeper here was just a frail girl. He never expected that it would be such a grand spectacle now.

Judging by the power of this ice magic, there must be a dozen ferocious monsters secretly casting powerful frost spells.

"hehe."

Jiang Shinian chuckled softly, the sound echoing in the night sky like the rustling of a night breeze through a bamboo forest.

With a thought, the frozen shadow ninjas vanished as if they had never existed, and the ice formed by magic melted away slowly, like snow melting in spring.

Then, more shadowy ninjas emerged from the depths of the bamboo forest, like ghosts in the night, pouring into the temple in an endless stream, as if to drown it in a black ocean.

Jiang Shinian glanced sideways at the ascetic monk beside him, whose eyes were vacant and lifeless, like a puppet that had lost its soul.

He couldn't help but wonder, with so many monsters guarding the temple, how did this bald man manage to escape?

Seeing his appearance, I lost interest in asking any questions.

At present, the intense struggle between these two sides is more important.

"boom--"

The explosions inside the temple were deafening, as if the Thunder God were beating his drum in the clouds.

Each explosion was accompanied by a flash of light and a surge of energy, making it hard to imagine how intense the battle must have been.

Jiang Shinian peered through the black-clad ninja's vision and saw more than ten monsters resembling giant white rats standing upright. Their bodies were as white as snow, and their hair stood on end like the quills of a hedgehog.

These monsters continuously spewed out snow-white magical essence from their mouths.

The light was dazzling, like fireworks blooming in the night sky.

Chapter 164 What a pitiful creature

Any shadowy ninja that was hit either instantly turned into a cloud of black turbidity and dissipated into the air, as if they had never existed.

They either solidified into ice sculptures, standing still and becoming eerie decorations on the battlefield.

These temple-guarding monsters are exceptionally powerful. Although the Nija Mask has been enhanced and evolved, the ordinary shadow ninjas summoned without the aid of divine power are hardly able to contend with them.

In a one-on-one situation, let alone those agile "archaeologists" and clever "children," even ordinary shadow soldiers would be no match for them.

If that's the case, then let's win by sheer volume.

The shadowy ninjas surged forth in an endless stream, like an inexhaustible tide, completely surrounding the temple-guarding monster.

They went forth one after another, undaunted by death.

Though countless people died or were injured, what did it matter?

For every one who falls, a thousand more take their place. They are like lifeless puppets, fearless of death, truly excellent "tools."

Moreover, even if the two sides are vastly different in strength, it would still take the temple-guarding monster several seconds to eliminate a shadow ninja, while the shadow ninjas are endless. Jiang Nian outside the temple is constantly summoning new ninjas, which pour out of the forest and rush into the temple.

They were like demons emerging from hell, filled with endless killing intent.

Before long, Lotus Temple was filled with shadowy ninjas. They swept everything in the temple like locusts.

Books, classics, magic scrolls, and anything of value were all collected.

In their pursuit of thoroughness, they acted like crazed thugs, tearing down floors and demolishing walls in an effort to uncover any hidden treasures.

The scene resembled a catastrophe, leaving the once peaceful temple in ruins.

Under Jiang's instructions, the shadow ninjas nearly dug three feet into the ground of Lotus Temple until dawn, when the sky turned a pale white and the sun was about to rise.

The soft light, like a golden veil, fell upon the earth before finally ceasing its movement.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

Countless dark figures, carrying various items, orderly evacuated Lotus Temple.

They were like well-trained soldiers, moving nimbly and swiftly.

After Jiang Shi Nian stored what he had acquired in his personal space, he prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he looked at the useless ascetic on the ground, and the corners of his mouth turned up, forming a faint arc, like a new moon in the night sky.

He waved to several shadowy ninjas to send him back to his original spot.

The shadowy ninja understood, and as if lifting a weightless chick, he lifted the ascetic monk and slowly walked towards the Lotus Temple.

Their figures gradually disappeared into the morning light, as if they had merged into this golden world, leaving behind only a Lotus Temple that had been destroyed beyond recognition.

Bathed in the morning sun, it resembles an abandoned ruin, silently recounting the thrilling battle of the previous night.

As dawn breaks, a thin mist, like a veil, swirls among the bamboo groves, adding a touch of mystery to this tranquil place.

The bald man with the big head, bound hand and foot by several shadowy ninjas, looked like a wild beast in dire straits. His eyes were bloodshot as he frantically twisted his body, trying to break free from the ropes that were as tightly wrapped as a python.

His gaze was fixed on the approaching Lotus Temple gate. The bright sun had already peeked over the other side of the mountain, its soft and pure light filtering through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, scattering in dappled patterns, but it could not dispel the fear deep within his heart.

Instead, it made him feel a bone-chilling cold, so much so that his whole body trembled violently involuntarily.

"What do you want? Just let me go, and I'll give you everything I have. Please, just don't throw me back into that hellhole!"

The bald man with the big head shouted hoarsely, his voice filled with despair and pleading, which sounded particularly jarring in the quiet bamboo forest in the early morning.

Jiang Shinian stood quietly to the side, his posture as upright as a pine tree, exuding an elusive aura.

A faint, dim golden halo swirled around him, like a faint galaxy in the night sky, illuminated by the pale morning light.

These halos gradually brightened, becoming increasingly dazzling, as if he were a ruler from a mysterious world, surrounded by a sacred and inviolable light.

"What do I want? Hehehe..." Jiang Shinian suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly. His laughter echoed through the bamboo forest, startling a flock of birds perched on the branches.

The laughter was full of mockery and ridicule, like a demonic sound coming from the depths of hell.

“You poor wretch, you are now of no value to me.”

Isn't this Lotus Temple the sacred place you've been longing to visit day and night?