569: Chapter 130 Mother Becomes a Bodhisattva, Son Becomes a Buddha_2 569: Chapter 130 Mother Becomes a Bodhisattva, Son Becomes a Buddha_2 The North Underworld’s attempt to hunt and slay the Yuan Sovereign couldn’t directly cut off the Origin, preventing resurrection.
Even with the dissolution of all flesh, something still exists in the obscurity; the Yuan Sovereign Clan might reemerge.
The Heavenly Punishment must strike down the North Underworld, scattering it along with them.
With a three-point Quality, the Crystal Stone emitted a faint glow.
As Su He’s Divine Sense swept over it, the Crystal Stone was attracted like a magnet and instantly flew to his forehead, embedding itself there.
A sense of coolness surged, making Su He feel as if his mind was cleansed, suddenly feeling refreshed and his thoughts becoming instantly sharper.
This thing is like a cheating device for thinking!
His Divine Sense naturally connected with the Crystal Stone, which contained countless Talisman Runes—it was a Magical Treasure that cleared the mind and protected the Divine God Soul.
It had an empty interior, with about a thirty zhang radius of space.
At this moment, there were only a few garments inside and two piles of Magic Artifact fragments, one pile being from that Stone Drum and the other from that Stone Ball.
A golden token beside them was sparkling brightly.
As the Crystal Stone embedded in Su He’s forehead at that instant, dice directly fell into its space, increasing the number of Stone Drum fragments by two piles.
The Stone Ball unexpectedly rolled a one, with no changes.
But the token also rolled a two-point Quality.
Su He picked it out to have a look, then sent it back into the Crystal Stone space.
It was a Mystery Yellow Order, a pass token for the Mystery Yellow Cave Sky.
When the Mystery Yellow Cave Sky opened, it could teleport one there; it could also be used to open the Two-Realms Battlefield.
To the point of not even having a single Spirit Stone.
Had the Yuan Sovereign Clan fallen to the plight of beggars?
Su He harbored deep doubts.
After searching the area and confirming that no spoils of war were left behind, his doubts only intensified.
Outside the Canyon restricted area, within the Sword City Mountain Sword Formation.
The previously stalemated battlefield suddenly quieted down as five members of the Spirit Clan Stepping Heaven looked towards the Canyon restricted area at the same time, their faces showing terror and disbelief.
That formidable and unopposable king of the Yuan Sovereign Clan, dead…
The thought had scarcely arisen when the five of them screamed in agony.
Their bodies suddenly dispersed, turning into green smoke and vanishing without a trace.
There was no need to use the method of Cutting off the Origin.
Above the Sword Tower, Zuo Jiao appeared alongside a middle-aged man.
Upon confirming that the Spirit Clan they had been fighting with had indeed perished, they wore faces of disbelief.
“It was the Young Master who slayed that One-horned Bull-footed Man!” Zuo Jiao declared without a second thought.
Those Spirit Clan members were clearly centered around that One-horned Bull-footed Man.
The presence of that Bull-footed Man was formidable, such that even separated by the Sword Tower and the Sword Array, they felt nearly suffocated.
But wasn’t it only natural for the Young Master to slay him?
The Young Master is a Peacock, even a Dragon Turtle!
Such beings have no precedent, and whatever they do is only natural in Zuo Jiao’s eyes.
With an effortless swoop of her hand, she gathered several Storage Bags into her possession without even the thought of opening them, turning to say, “These are the Young Master’s spoils of war.
I will present them to him upon his return.”
The middle-aged man beside her opened his mouth but uttered no words.
Zuo Jiao turned back, her sword-like eyebrows furrowed as she looked at him: “?”
The middle-aged man opened his mouth again: “How about…
we keep it with me, and I’ll give it to the Young Master later?”
It’s said that the Young Master does not fancy birds of his kind or female turtles, but rather women…
He cast a surreptitious glance at Zuo Jiao.
It wasn’t that he was disloyal, but…
there are some things that loyalty can’t account for!
A Sword Intent pierced through Zuo Jiao’s eyes: “What indecent thoughts are you entertaining!”
The middle-aged man’s head shook like a surging wave: “I was just thinking that carrying around a clutter of things might lead to accidents, like what happened to Junior Brother Yu and the others, who knows how they were parasitized by the Spirit Clan.
As the Mountain Lord, you might often be near the Young Master.
What if an accident involves him?
It might be safer with me.
An accident with me is of no consequence.”
Having said all in one breath, he exhaled with relief; indeed, one shouldn’t practice the sword all day long.
It was a good thing he enjoyed puppetry and had cultivated Spirit Wisdom.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have thought of such an excuse on the spot!
Looking at Zuo Jiao, he saw that she was seriously considering it.
Moments later, she nodded, removed the Storage Bags, and handed them all to him.
But before he could rejoice, he heard Zuo Jiao say earnestly, “What you said makes sense; we need someone unimportant to hold onto them.”
“Right!” the middle-aged man slapped his thigh in agreement, then halfway through, he froze and turned aghast towards Zuo Jiao: “Unimportant…?”
Zuo Jiao, clearly annoyed, waved her hand dismissively: “Don’t dawdle; take command of the Sword Formation immediately.
Disperse and guard the Feng Zhong, as outside, the Buddha World is already tangled up with Gujing Pavilion and the Water Element Palace; even the Sealed Emperor Great World is seizing the chance to attack stealthily.
There must be no further incidents in the Feng Zhong.
Whoever crosses the boundaries, kill without mercy!”
She leaped onto the Sword Tower just as a voice resonated with a Buddha’s name from the golden light: “Amitabha Buddha!
Bodhisattva Mother, if not now, then when will you take your place?”
Zuo Jiao turned back, her expression icy, and through gritted teeth, two words burst forth: “Bald Donkey!”
“Amitabha indeed, the nerve of him!
Clever words, little sword maiden, shameless bald donkey!
Pity that today I didn’t bring my disciples, or I’d curse this lineage-ending dead bald donkey to death!”
Turning around, Zuo Jiao saw a monk with a body covered in bumps, followed by a few Monks, entering the mouth of the volcano.
It was none other than Master Ci Fang from the Gujing Pavilion.
He nodded to Zuo Jiao, then in a flash, he stood at the mouth of the volcano.
With a fist that brought a sonic boom, he plunged into the volcano.
As Master Ci Fang entered, the entrance to the Feng Zhong closed, and in the fleeting vision, one could vaguely discern the Eighteen Arhats from Gujing Pavilion and the Five Hundred Arhats from the Buddha World outside, fighting an eerily silent battle…
They all sat cross-legged in the void, unmoving, bathed in Buddhist light, but only the Monks of the Spirit Mountain Fighting Law could sense the underlying intent to kill.