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An aged monk, bent and humble in his simple gray-white robes, walked out from the gate.

The portly Grand Marshall and a young novice, perhaps three or four years old, followed closely behind the old monk, standing at the entrance to the Zen courtyard.

"Master."

Er Si Kong immediately hurried over, respectfully bowing to the old monk, and then, supporting his right arm.

Zhang Ruochin's gaze also fixed on the old monk, giving him his first impression: "This is a very ordinary old monk, yet oddly too ordinary."

The old monk's face, neck, and wrists were covered in wrinkles, aged beyond recognition.

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The old monk's gaze fixed on the Blood Saint, his voice weak and lifeless as he said, “Zhang Ruochin and this poor monk have some history. This poor monk will not allow the Immortal Blood Clan to take him away.”

It's a very calm statement, yet it carries an undeniable sense of powerful resolve.

On the land, the surging blood qi became several times denser.

The Blood Saint stood in the center of a thick haze of blood, his voice cold as he said: "Monk, you dare to oppose the Immortal Blood Clan. You are indeed bold. But I wonder if you dare to reveal your name"

The old monk said: "Since I chose to live in seclusion here, I wanted to completely forget the past and devote myself to Buddhist practice. As for my name, it also belongs to the past and has naturally been forgotten long ago."

"Since that's the case, this saint shall help you recall your past."

The voice of the Holy Blood became quite sharp.

"Splash!"

The bloodstains on the ground surged rapidly upward, converging into an arm as huge as a mountain peak, hundreds of feet tall, radiating a suffocating aura.

A blood-red arm swiped downward, striking a handprint that crashed into the old monk's head.

A casual strike, yet it gave one the feeling of the sky collapsing and earth splitting. Ordinary cultivators would probably have been terrified into crawling on the ground by now.

However, the old monk simply raised his head slowly and glanced upward.

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From afar, the Blood Saint let out a low groan as if struck hard. His blood energy dimmed considerably.

"Who are you"

The voice of the Earth Saint is still incredibly powerful and resonant.

Yet, Zhang Ruochin clearly heard that within the voice, there was a hint of fear.

To defeat a saint is nothing remarkable. To strike fear into the heart of a saint, that is truly extraordinary.

The old monk still looked like ancient well without ripples, only faintly said: "This poor monk doesn't want to kill, so you are still alive. However, there is a guest in Sikong Zen Temple who is already quite angry. If she makes a move, you would probably all die here. This poor monk advises you, it's best to leave quickly and don't cause any more trouble."

The blood saint fell silent, thinking to himself in disbelief, how could there still be hidden powerhouses within the Sikong Zen Academy

In the blood-red clouds, a voice with an imposing presence boomed: "Is that so This King refuses to believe it! There are such formidable figures in this world. Come out and have a battle!"

The old monk let out a low sigh and shook his head gently.

At the same time, the blood clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, revealing a white bone altar ninety-nine zhang high.

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At the base of the altar, sixteen dragon bones stood upright, transformed into sixteen sturdy pillars that supported the skeletal structure of the altar.

Aside from this, there were millions upon millions of human skeletons, arranged densely. Zhang Ruochin even saw some skulls emitting blinding holy light—those were the bones of saints.

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The scene before my eyes was truly awe-inspiring, as if it were born from another world. Even a saint who witnessed this sight would likely tremble.

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A towering, seven-meter-tall man stood atop the altar, beneath the battle flags. Clad in a suit of Saint's Blood armor, he stood with his hands clasped behind his back, radiating an aura of unparalleled power and dominance.

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The Heavenly Blood Saint and the Earth Blood Saint flew to the top of the altar, bowed respectfully to the burly man, and then stood behind him.

Zhang Ruchen's gaze was fixed on the white bone altar.

Gradually, he felt like he couldn't breathe at all, his body started trembling, and his eyes were filled with blood red, as if he had entered the world of Asuras.

That was because the imposing man on the altar emitted an aura that was so powerful it had affected Zhang Ruochen's sanity.

Not only Zhang Ruochin, but also the Grand Marshal, Second Marshal, and Third Marshal all had red eyes and exuded a murderous aura.

As for Zhao Yue and Pu Yue-lin from the Ministry of War, they had long since been profusely bleeding from seven orifices and lay dead on the ground.

The old monk looked at the states of the four people, and found that only Zhang Ruochen seemed to be relatively calm. The other three had already reached the edge of collapse.

"Wow."

The old monk's lips moved, and golden Buddhist scriptures materialized out of thin air, forming a sphere that enveloped Zhang Ruochin, the Grand Marshal, the Second Marshal, and the Young Marshal.

Next, the four of them all woke up. Besides Zhang Ruochin's condition being a little better, the other three sat on the ground, panting heavily, sweat soaking their robes.

"So terrifying, could it be... he is the Azure Heaven Blood Emperor No, he just called himself 'this king,' so he shouldn't be the Azure Heaven Blood Emperor." Zhang Ruochen muttered to himself.

Apart from the Azure Sky Blood Emperor, the Undying Blood Clan actually has such a terrifying figure. It's truly unbelievable.

On the top of the bone altar, that burly man stared at the old monk, scrutinizing him carefully. After a long while, he burst into loud laughter, “This king has already calculated your identity.”

The old monk remained completely impassive, merely joining his hands together and softly uttering, "Amitabha Buddha!"

Eight hundred years ago, one of the Nine Emperors, Buddha Emperor's great disciple, Dharma name Indra. Before Indra entered Buddha Emperor's gate, he was a descendant of the Sikong family, named Sikong Yibai. If this king hasn't guessed wrong, you are Indra.” The burly man said with certainty.

Zhang Ruochen immediately looked toward the old monk, his heart churning like a stormy sea, violently shaken.

Eight hundred years ago, the Buddha's greatest disciple

The Grand Master, the Second Master, and the Young Master were all greatly astonished. Their eyes were fixed on the old monk. They couldn't believe that their master had lived for so long.

How is it possible for someone to live that long

> The old monk was responding to the burly man on the altar, but he was also teaching his three disciples.

Since we have figured out that the old monk is a great disciple of Buddha Emperor, the burly man's face also became quite solemn and said: "Indra Master hid here, should be avoiding Queen Chi Yao Actually, our Undying Blood Clan wants to rescue King Hades, it is also to fight against Queen Chi Yao, we have a common enemy."

"If the master is willing to submit to the Undying Blood Clan, this king can request the Blood Emperor to appoint you as the Supreme Saint Master of the Undying Blood Clan. I wonder what the master thinks"

The old monk shook his head and said, “As a monk, I only want to escape the red dust, cultivate myself, and worship Buddha. I will not interfere in worldly affairs anymore.”

The burly man's patience seemed to have run out, his voice turning several degrees colder. "But when you sheltered Zhang Ruochin, you already interfered. To be frank with you, the return of the Underworld King is a major trend, and no one can stop it. Even if the Buddha Emperor were still alive, resisting this trend would be a dead end."

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The gate of Sikong Zen Temple opened once more.

"Such a mighty presence, you think that just because you're an undead Blood Race, you can run rampant The Azure Heaven Blood Emperor is the strongest in the world"

That hand that opened the door was incredibly slender and long, like a jade green onion bud, giving off an aura of flawless perfection.

Even if it was just one hand, it would be more captivating, more beautiful, and more enduring than those women who claimed to be world-renowned beauties. It would be full of life and charm.aint Monk had passed away.Only there is there a chance to find the Time奧義 and Space奧義. His Way of Time and Way of Space can only achieve a breakthrough.Just now, when Zhang Ruochin used the Heart of T...