Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

It didn't take Bai Luan and her two companions long; in just three days, they had once again destroyed more than 80% of the cities in the entire Daqian Dynasty.

They devoured over 90% of the life force's blood essence, but after absorbing all the blood essence before them, Old Man Moya's face showed no joy, but rather a terrifyingly gloomy expression.

"The blood energy of these mortals... becomes less and less effective the further you go." He spread out his withered palm, a thin wisp of blood energy swirling around his fingers before dissipating. "After consuming an entire Great Qian, it only restored about ten percent of our strength."

At that moment, Hei Tu's stomach rumbled: "Hey, Big Sister! We three have already devoured most of the Blazing Sun and Great Qian in the Central Region. Where to next? The Eastern Region? It's smaller than the Central Region, but the population isn't that much different. If we can devour the entire Eastern Region, it shouldn't be difficult for us to recover to 50% of our strength."

"The Eastern Regions?" Old Man Moya sneered, a sinister glint in his eyes. "If we're going to do something, let's do something big. Do you remember those bald monks from the Western Regions? Before we were sealed away, they contributed quite a bit in our battle against the 'Ten Fiends'... Their legacy must still contain some valuable things."

Bai Luan, who had been silent until now, suddenly exuded a murderous aura upon hearing the words "bald monk," as if recalling something: "That's right... those bald monks did quite a few dirty tricks on us back then. Their flesh and blood are very nutritious. Our next target is the Western Regions."

With Bai Luan speaking, the three of them instantly transformed into three streaks of light and sped off towards the west.

An hour later, the first city on the edge of the Western Regions, "Frontier Buddhist City", was in sight.

Inside the city at this time, many monks dressed in robes walked slowly, and devout believers knelt and prayed for blessings.

"Heh... So many years have passed, and the Western Regions are still the same?" Hei Tu grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, his eyes filled with excitement.

He raised his hand and pressed down with a palm!

A gigantic, pitch-black hand, obscuring the sky, materialized out of thin air and crashed down!

Half of the city wall collapsed and shattered instantly, sending smoke and dust billowing into the sky.

Terrified screams echoed continuously within the city. Black Butcher, seemingly unsatisfied, slapped the city several more times.

Bang bang bang!

The once peaceful and tranquil border town is now in ruins, with rivers of blood flowing and people dead.

"Dinner is served." Bai Luan's face was expressionless, but the bloodlust in her eyes was impossible to hide.

In an instant, the three rich blood energies transformed into three streams of air, continuously flowing into their mouths and noses.

Just as the three of them were about to devour all the blood energy in the entire city.

"You wicked creatures! How dare you do this?!"

A furious roar came from afar!

The roaring sound even dispersed some of the lingering stench of blood in the air.

A middle-aged monk dressed in gray robes, his face filled with anger, came rushing from a distance.

When he regained his footing and saw the devastation below, especially the tattered monks' robes and severed limbs scattered everywhere, he was filled with uncontrollable rage.

"Slaughtering living beings, destroying cities and annihilating land, you demons, your sins are heinous, you deserve to enter the deepest hell!!" The gray-robed monk pointed at Old Man Moya and the others, shouting loudly.

"Hmm!?" Old Man Moya squinted at the newcomer, and when he saw the mark on the man's robe, a strange smile appeared on his face. "So it's just a little bald monk at the ninth level of the Divine Ascension Realm. What, you alone, trying to 'exorcise demons'? Are all the old fogies of your Kasyapa Temple dead?"

"You evil heretics, stop your rampage! It's not the elders' place to deal with you..." Before the gray-robed monk could finish speaking, Black Butcher, who was already impatient, suddenly opened his mouth wide.

At the same time, behind the gray-robed monk, the void suddenly twisted, and a huge mouth full of sharp teeth appeared out of thin air, swallowing the monk whole!

"Gulp." The giant mouth closed and disappeared.

Hei Tu patted his stomach and let out a satisfied burp: "Tsk, not bad. Sure enough, a monk at the ninth level of the Divine Travel Realm is much more palatable than those mortals. His blood and qi even carry a bit of Buddhist nature, quite nourishing."

"You fatso, you're quick! I was just about to make my move when you beat me to it!" Old Man Moya said to Black Butcher in a sarcastic tone.

But Black Butcher didn't seem to care at all, clearly already used to his old partner.

"Let's go! Continue westward," Bai Luan said coldly from the side.

Three figures transformed into a death wind, sweeping towards the heart of the Western Regions.

One, two, three... seven cities in the Western Regions were turned into dead zones in a single day.

Whether commoners or monks, regardless of their level of cultivation, all were like ants before the three elders, Mo Ya and his companions, and were mercilessly devoured.

Such unbridled slaughter finally enraged the true ruler of the Western Regions.

When the three arrived at the eighth city of grand Buddhist temples, they were preparing to do the same.

Suddenly, a chanting of Buddhist hymns resounded between heaven and earth, and golden light burst forth from the west, illuminating half the sky.

An eight-tiered lotus platform, seemingly cast entirely in pure gold, pierced through the clouds and stood before the three.

A grand voice resounded from the center of the lotus platform, echoing between heaven and earth:

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore. The three of you have committed too many killings. If you retreat now, you may still have a chance to live. If you continue to be deluded, don't blame our Buddhist sect for suppressing you with all our might."

The voice contained immense Buddhist power, attempting to cleanse the three people of their malevolent aura.

Old Man Moya's eyes turned cold, but his sinister smile deepened: "Playing tricks! You think a mere lotus platform can stop us?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his thin, bony hand shot out, and a beam of black light flew out, crashing fiercely into the eighth-grade golden lotus platform!

However, the golden light only rippled slightly, and the black streak of energy melted away as quickly as ice and snow meeting the sun. Instead, a counterforce spread back along the attack, causing the old man Mo Ya's arm to go numb and his blood to churn slightly.

"Huh? You bald monk, you do have some skill!" Bai Luan's eyes flashed with surprise upon seeing this, but it was only enough to make her take notice, not enough to make her wary.

With fingers pointing like swords, a sharp sword aura burst forth and shot towards the lotus platform!

Clang!

As if striking ancient divine metal, the sword energy shattered, but the golden light remained stable. However, Bai Luan, who was a notch stronger than Old Man Moya, frowned.

Black Butcher roared, wanting to try again, but was stopped by Old Man Moya's eyes.

The three of them quickly exchanged a glance.

Their injuries had not yet healed, and their strength was far from its peak. This eighth-grade lotus platform was clearly an extraordinary Buddhist treasure, and they might not fare well in a direct confrontation.

"Hmph, let's retreat for now. We'll settle this score with them another day." Old Man Moya glanced at the lotus platform with a sinister look. "Let's go!"

The three streaks of light vanished into the horizon in an instant, abandoning their westward journey.

The eight-tiered golden lotus platform that lay across the sky rotated silently for a moment, and only after confirming that the three had truly gone far away did it transform into a streak of light and fly back to the west.

However, in the heart of the Western Regions, deep within a meditation room of an ancient temple.

An old monk, dressed in a golden robe and with a withered face, sat cross-legged on a futon and slowly opened his eyes.

A trickle of golden blood slowly oozed from the corner of his mouth.

He raised his hand and gently wiped away the bloodstains. A hint of surprise and apprehension flashed in his usually calm eyes.

"Even through the protection of the eighth-grade golden lotus platform, they could still shake my mind and backfire on me..." He frowned, his face instantly darkening. "Just who are these three people?"