The Black Bear Spirit calmly said.
As a thief demon well-versed in Buddhist magical artifacts, it was well aware of the power of these Eighth Grade Prayer Beads.
Impressive, definitely impressive.
At least, if that Nine Pearl Monk wielded these Prayer Beads against it, it might not be killed instantly, but would certainly suffer serious injuries.
However, as the saying goes, there’s always someone stronger, and a mountain taller.
Having witnessed the might of the boss’s furnace, in the eyes of the Black Bear Spirit, even Eighth Grade Magical Artifacts seemed insignificant.
At that moment, beside the Nine Pearl Monk, his tall and illusory Dharma Aspect had already taken hold of the Prayer Beads.
He and the Nine Pearl Monk both looked down at the human and demon opposite them with a stern gaze.
"This monk doesn’t easily use this Dharma Gate; everything was brought upon by your own doing."
"Today, you and that abominable creature shall suffer and be executed under this monk’s Prayer Beads!"
His Kasaya danced wildly as the Buddha Light blazed, and his loud voice reverberated across White Cliff Mountain.
The Demon Race was fearful.
The cultivators were shocked.
From the Buddhist Hall thousands of miles away in Guangming Temple, came malicious laughter.
"These are the means of a Saint Sect Elder, deriving a Dharma Aspect from a magical artifact, controlling the artifact with the Dharma Aspect. What of your Qi Body Origin Flow?"
"Once the Prayer Beads fall, all will turn to dust!"
Indeed, after today, their group of high-ranking members could hardly escape punishment from the Saint Sect.
But the thought that the detestable Daoist would finally be executed brought sinister smiles to the faces of all the high-ranking members.
"It’s over."
"These days, this accursed Buddhist Dao conflict can finally come to an end."
Shi Shen clenched his fist, a mix of emotions churning within his heart.
Yet at this very moment on White Cliff Mountain, facing the Nine Pearl Monk who had brandished an Eighth Grade Magical Artifact, Lin Heng remained utterly composed,
and even the Black Bear Spirit beside him was extraordinarily calm.
It seemed that, in its view, this Eighth Grade Magical Artifact was not as intimidating as the previous Great Fury Celestial Sound Palm.
Their calm demeanor agitated the Nine Pearl Monk to the point of trembling with anger.
His face turned ashen: "On the brink of death and still unaware?"
"Today, this monk will show you what an Eighth Grade Buddhist Magical Artifact is!"
"Smash it!!"
A loud roar.
The Nine Pearl Monk abruptly thrust his hand downwards.
The enormous shadow behind him swung its arms, and the gigantic Prayer Beads, bearing an unrivaled might, roared down upon the Daoist opposite them.
The Prayer Beads passed through the air, causing the void to continuously explode.
The radiant Buddha Light illuminated all of White Cliff Mountain.
The Nine Pearl Monk’s face was twisted with fury, determined to crush the Daoist into pulp.
And it was at this moment that Lin Heng, who had remained calm throughout, finally moved.
With a thought, the Innate Qi Divine Furnace appeared out of nowhere.
Lin Heng raised the Divine Furnace in one hand, expressionless, and hurled it towards the oncoming Prayer Beads.
"Using an Alchemy Furnace as a magical artifact? Competing head-on with me? You..."
Upon seeing the Daoist tossing out an Alchemy Furnace at this critical moment, the Nine Pearl Monk nearly burst into laughter.
Unexpectedly, just as he was about to scoff, in the next second, he heard the shattering sound of metal colliding.
Immediately after, he involuntarily spat out a mouthful of blood.
Soon, a rustling sound followed.
Before the Nine Pearl Monk’s incredulous eyes, his proud Eighth Grade Prayer Beads shattered in the sky, with countless fragments falling like rain. The Dharma Aspect derived from them instantly faded and disappeared.
Silence.
Deathly silence.
At that moment, not only was the Nine Pearl Monk stunned.
The distant cultivators and demons observing the scene were also in shock.
It wasn’t until a long while later that murmurs began to emerge.
"Eight... Eighth Grade Magical Artifact?"
With this voice full of doubt, the group of cultivators instantly grew uproarious.
"What’s going on? What the heck is going on?"
"An Eighth Grade Magical Artifact, it’s supposed to be an Eighth Grade Magical Artifact!!"
"My god, the Buddhist Saint Sect’s Eighth Grade Prayer Beads were shattered just like that by a Daoist’s alchemy furnace?"
"Heavens, what kind of unprecedented event is this?"
"Are we sure those Prayer Beads aren’t counterfeit?"
Nobody dared to believe what they had just witnessed.
Because it was too incomprehensible.
Although an Alchemy Furnace is indeed a type of magical artifact, graded as well.
But its primary purpose is alchemy!
It’s not a combat magical artifact, nor does it possess the special abilities typical of combat treasures. Under normal circumstances, an Alchemy Furnace should be absolutely incapable of destroying a true combat magical artifact!
Yet now, not only did the Daoist’s Alchemy Furnace accomplish this,
but it shattered an Eighth Grade Magical Artifact in an instant.
This spectacle was utterly unheard-of, beyond belief!
As for the Nine Pearl Monk’s shock at this moment, it was imaginable.
He held his head, unable to accept the reality, looking at the Daoist as if he had seen a ghost.
The Nine Pearl Monk truly couldn’t grasp it.
This wretched place, wretched Daoist temple.
Why is there a Daoist at the Grandmaster Realm, and why is there an Alchemy Furnace capable of shattering an Eighth Grade Magical Artifact?
"Who exactly are you!!!"
The Nine Pearl Monk shouted, nearly hysterical.
To this, Lin Heng merely smiled slightly: "I am Lin Heng, the Observatory Master of Qingfeng Temple."
The Nine Pearl Monk was stunned, then furious.
He had never heard of any damn Qingfeng Temple, and he certainly wouldn’t believe that someone with the Qi Body Origin Flow would be the master of such a desolate temple!
Of course, none of that mattered anymore.
After the Prayer Beads were shattered, and with the Nine Pearl Monk’s vitality directly connected to them, he was already severely injured.
His eyes flickered, then suddenly his figure flashed, fleeing towards the distance.
"Still trying to run?"
Lin Heng shook his head helplessly. In a thought, with Near and Far, he appeared above the Nine Pearl Monk.
Feeling his presence, the Nine Pearl Monk trembled in fear, nearly falling from the sky.
Stumbling, he looked up, attempting to beg for mercy.
But Lin Heng was in no mood for nonsense. Without any flair, he swung the Alchemy Furnace down.
"No, if you kill me, Jinshan... no..."
The Nine Pearl Monk’s threatening words were left incomplete.
Accompanied by a desperate scream, this elder of Jinshan Temple, who had only come to hunt the Black Bear Spirit, died just outside the inconspicuous White Cliff Mountain.
...
At the same time.
In Jinshan Temple.
The eight Elders of the Pearl generation guarding the Leifeng Pagoda all opened their eyes in surprise simultaneously.
After pondering, they softly recited a Buddha chant.
Within the Leifeng Pagoda, Bai Suzhen, who had been suppressed for eight hundred years, seemed to sense something odd, pursed her pale lips, and said nothing more.
Meanwhile, in the Great Buddha Main Hall of Jinshan Temple.
A monk burst in frantically.
"Something’s wrong, something’s wrong!!"
"Elder Nine Pearl’s lamp wick has extinguished..."