Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

"We must keep Yuehe here!"

He began to absorb the energy from the Abyss, not by taking a deep breath as he usually did, but by slowly allowing the power to gradually flow into every corner of his body's meridians.

As the golden hue that had been suppressing the wound in his heart from the Abyss faded away, Chu Mingkong calmly completed his transformation into the Abyss.

A series of bubbles would occasionally rise from the depths of the trench, like rainwater flowing upstream, and this rainwater was like ashes.

A black, blood-red figure, two or three meters tall, stood in the Abyss Trench, facing off against the Blood Blade King Corpse. In comparison, he appeared rather small.

After calculating the time in his mind, Chu Mingkong figured that many of the cultivators outside should have left. He took out the Asura Heavy Sword and swung it at the giant foot in front of him.

Clang—

A deafening crash echoed from the depths of the abyss.

Many of the monks who had already left stopped.

"What was that sound just now? Did someone attack that behemoth?"

"This is a suicidal act. There are unclean things mixed in with the cultivators. Their actions are not clean! Moreover, if the big guy in the Abyss comes out, no one can stop him. The East Sea will be destroyed. I must get my sect disciples to leave immediately."

"It's definitely not peaceful. There might be someone hiding in the shadows trying to ambush you. Don't linger out of curiosity!"

Fengying and Yuehe watched them leave quietly, their hearts filled with worry.

Chu Mingkong hasn't been online for a while. Could he have been the one who caused that commotion just now?!

Fengying wanted to go down to find him, but after just one glance at the depth of the Abyss Trench, she knew she couldn't reach the deepest part.

The spiritual energy consumed in the deep sea will only increase exponentially after entering the Abyss in order to protect oneself from the influence of the extreme yin power.

“I’ll go down and help. I haven’t used my full power yet. You stay here and watch to see if any other guys sneak in.”

In the trench, Chu Mingkong had just unleashed three powerful sword strikes. To minimize the noise, the intervals between the three strikes were extremely short, sounding as if there was only one strike.

But......

This thing can't be shaken, it's really impossible to do anything about it!

It felt as if a thin blade had been used to slice through granite; that was the sensation of Chu Mingkong's three sword strikes.

The mere aftershocks of the sword energy had eliminated the ancient Buddha corpses that were lurking in the shadows, but the Blood Blade King corpse remained motionless, constantly trying to climb outwards and squeeze out.

Even if one were to take out the black relic and use the extreme yang energy transferred from the girls to strike the Blood Blade King's corpse, it probably wouldn't be able to harm it.

The extreme yang power he could draw upon was far less effective than the extreme yin power he could command; he couldn't compete with this thing.

"You are... Chu Mingkong?" Yuehe's tall figure emerged from the shadows, her body shimmering with moonlight, a strange power protecting her from the influence of extreme yin energy.

"It's me." Chu Mingkong was stunned for a moment, his mind a little slow to process what she was saying. He wondered why she would ask such a question, but then he remembered that he was currently in the Abyss Transformation.

His voice was hoarse, with a hint of impatience in his tone—the invisible influence of extreme Yin energy on his emotions.

"I'll give it a try," Yuehe said, her eyes filled with intense curiosity about Chu Mingkong's state, but she knew now was not the time to ask.

"It's very tough. I don't know how this Blood Blade King's corpse managed to do that. The extremely yang lake water it was soaking in helped it block the attack of the extremely yin power!" Chu Mingkong was very annoyed.

With its body already as solid as a rock, the Blood Blade King Corpse was able to enjoy the protection of the extreme Yang power, and its Extreme Abyss Transformation was not affected.

To put it simply, Chu Mingkong's own Extreme Abyss Transformation is merely a suppression of the degree of Extreme Abyss Transformation by relying on the power of Extreme Yang. If he were to jump into that Extreme Yang Lake now, he would feel severely injured.

His feelings at this moment were the same as those of his enemies when they couldn't understand why he could use the power of extreme yin to act arrogantly and domineeringly.

Looking up at the enormous creature, Yuehe discerned some clues:

“He is a little different from you. The light behind his head can be seen as the outward manifestation of his meritorious thoughts, which is the spirit. The corpse in front of you is flesh and blood. Flesh and blood are extremely yang, while the spirit is extremely yin. Perhaps this is how they can achieve non-conflict.”

In short, I'll give it a try. Try to get out of this state as soon as possible; I feel your condition isn't good.

Yuehe acted swiftly and decisively, taking action before even finishing his sentence.

She gathered her power, and the pure, moon-like power condensed into a massive sword blade, the shape of which resembled the Lunar Eclipse Greatsword.

The dark trench was suddenly illuminated by the Moonlit Sword, which slashed down at the Blood Blade King's corpse.

Chu Mingkong was secretly shocked by the power of this sword strike:

"This sword strike... without the enhancement of sword intent, it's pure power. Was the Moon River Goddess this fierce even in her youth? Could this be the lunar power she mentioned she once borrowed? It seems promising!"

But at that moment, a crimson blade formed from blood energy suddenly appeared, and after a deafening collision, the rock walls on both sides of the trench shook violently.

The power unleashed by the two forces was greater on Yuehe's side. The huge white sword blade severed the blood energy blade, causing the Blood Blade King's corpse to stagger.

However, it was only a stagger; the blood-qi blade had indeed neutralized much of the power of Yuehe's sword, so that the Blood Blade King's corpse was not injured!

After this sword strike, Yuehe's body became much more ethereal, as transparent as a remnant soul.

Chu Mingkong glared angrily and saw the monk he had seen on the shore earlier appear there. It was he who had blocked Yuehe's sword strike!

Facing Chu Mingkong's gaze, the monk smiled and clasped his hands in a salute. His figure was similar to Yuehe's, both exhibiting a ghostly, semi-transparent appearance.

Chu Mingkong knew it was foolish to ask such a question, but the inexplicable feeling compelled him to ask it subconsciously:

"Master, can you tell me a reason?"

“Benefactor, we meet again. There’s nothing special about it. Someone tried to hurt me, and I was defending myself. It’s not hard to understand.”

"Self-defense?"

"Please forgive my poor monk, both of you."

The monk's smile remained unchanged as he turned his gaze to the corpse of the Blood-Stained King and continued:

"The Arhat who guided this humble monk to liberation said that killing his own child after going mad was not the fault of this humble monk, but the suffering of delusion and karma bestowed upon him by heaven and earth, and this suffering would cause him eternal self-blame and unease."

To escape this fate, one must, at the end of one's lifespan, place one's dying body in an extremely abyss of evil as self-punishment, only then can one rid oneself of karmic debts.

Chu Mingkong translated it in his mind:

Killing my own child wasn't my fault; it was God who wronged me. I'll let my corpse suffer a little as punishment, drink a cup of wine, and that will be my apology. I'll have done nothing wrong, and my conscience will be at peace.

The monk's gaze shifted from serene compassion to one of rapturous worship at witnessing an unparalleled spectacle, and his speech quickened:

"I have always had doubts, but I never expected to see the future in this secret realm. This is proof that the supreme Buddha Dharma has deduced for me. What the Arhat said is true. I can really become a Buddha!"

This female benefactor is trying to ruin this humble monk's Buddhahood! How could this humble monk grant your wish?!

"My Buddha-nature is about to be born!!!"

Buddha?

This corpse, soaked until it swells up into a "giant," is called having attained Buddhahood?

Chu Mingkong was so angry he almost laughed, especially when he saw Yuehe's increasingly illusory figure; he was truly gritting his teeth.

"It's alright, I'll deal with this monk myself after I get out," Yuehe said calmly, perhaps... also trying to comfort Chu Mingkong.

Although the exact expression of the black-blooded man could not be seen, judging from the ferocious writhing of the dark blood, he must have been extremely angry.

Suddenly, Chu Mingkong's extreme abyss dissipated, and his expression was much calmer than Yuehe had imagined. But like the oppressive calm before a storm, it was just a disguise before an explosion.

“I don’t like to suffer in silence. I will surely ruin your Buddhahood and smash your knees!” he said.

The physical body can be injured, leaving behind wounds of extreme abyss; the soul should also be able to suffer wounds of extreme yang. The Blood Blade King's corpse, with its yin spirit and yang body, is an example of this.

He suddenly felt fortunate that being injured could actually be a form of cultivation, and a much faster one at that!

The injury from extreme yang energy is quite simple to inflict. A long time ago, Rong'er demonstrated it to him once, showing that excessive contact with extreme yang energy would result in injury.

“Benefactor, you cannot shake this humble monk’s Dharma body. With the Buddha’s Dharma upon him, it is indestructible. There is no need to be angry. Being able to witness the Buddha’s body is also a blessing and a blessing from the Buddha!” The monk regained his composure.

However, Chu Mingkong's behavior surprised the monk who had just disappeared.

Chu Mingkong stood still, and a tiny divine soul leaped out from between his brows and jumped into the waters of the Jiyang Lake, which faintly reeked of corpses.

"Are you going mad and trying to commit suicide? You're attached to appearances, Amitabha..." The monk shook his head regretfully, his figure growing increasingly ethereal as he prepared to leave.

Chu Mingkong stood firmly in place, yet the waters of Jiyang Lake echoed with his mocking laughter:

"Don't rush off, Lord Yang is coming in just a short while!"

The water in Jiyang Lake was suddenly drained and condensed into a golden child's arm that looked like a lotus root segment. Such a sight in the Jiyang Abyss was rather eerie.

This giant child's arm grasps the "little fist" and is raised high, even above the sea surface.

Many cultivators who had just come ashore stared in disbelief at the giant arm that had broken out of the sea.

"What...is that thing?"

Then, he swung the sword down at the giant Buddha's knee!

With a loud bang!

The East China Sea was like boiling water, bubbling and steaming, the sea was shaking and the mountains were trembling.

The Blood Blade King's corpse, which had half-climbed out of the Abyss Trench, suddenly fell back down.

Chapter 126 It's time for combined cultivation again.

Chu Mingkong thought to himself that he hadn't felt this kind of exhilaration despite being in pain for a long time.

When his soul returned to his body, he felt as if he had woken up and been beaten up, except that his body was fine, and it was his soul that was beaten.

My body was perfectly fine, but the stinging pain in my mind came in waves, turning into cold sweat that trickled down my forehead.

Even sweat didn't want to share his pain.

However, the first thing he did upon returning to his body was to cup his hands in a megaphone shape and, despite the pain and trembling, place them beside his ears.

I'm waiting for just one thing!

"Ahhhhhhh-"

The serene monk, who had been smiling and squinting just moments before, suddenly broke free of his composure, his eyes wide with rage, revealing his ugly side. He abandoned the image of an enlightened monk and watched everything unfold before him with unbearable pain.

The Buddha fruit that was about to emerge from the cracks in the deep sea fell again... no, it fell eternally into the abyss.

The "little fist" seemed to be aimed at the knee of the Blood Blade King corpse, but the little hand was too eager and raised a bit too high, so it actually smashed down on the giant Buddha corpse's forehead, smashing the light image to pieces in the process.

The abyssal core, a deep purple color, was scattered like crystals in the East China Sea. It showed a tendency to burst forth with extremely yin energy, but most of this enormous power was neutralized by the extremely yang "little hand".

Chu Mingkong smiled smugly, though his cheek muscles twitched from laughing: "Not bad! Trying to act like an expert with me?"

The giant Buddha fell, and the Buddha's embryo and fruit, which had been gestating for so many years, were just about to crawl out of the bottomless crevice when they were stuffed back in.