Checking in for 100,000 Years-Chapter 823: Buddha Flame Root

Ye Yun flicked his finger.

The aura on Emperor Heimang’s body instantly surged, skyrocketing from the Tenth Layer of the Eternal Realm to the Fifth Layer of the True God Realm.

"Haha, delightful!"

Emperor Heimang felt grand and laughed heartily, turning around to fix his steely gaze on the red monk.

"You... your cultivation base... how did it become... the Fifth Layer of the True God Realm?"

The red monk stared at Emperor Heimang, his heart trembled violently, and he stuttered as he spoke.

Originally, he thought that as a True God Realm cultivator, he was invincible, but there are always stronger beings. The man in front of him clad in imperial robes was actually at the Fifth Layer of the True God Realm!

Such a cultivation base far exceeded his by four minor realms.

In an instant, the red monk felt a strong urge to retreat.

Swish!

His figure flickered, transforming into a streak of blood-red light to escape.

After all, he had been trapped in these ruins for too many years, and now, finally, a group of foolish cultivators had stumbled upon him, giving him a chance to escape.

How could this red monk possibly give up this precious chance of escape?

"Trying to leave?"

Emperor Heimang’s lips curved into a cold smile, and he suddenly transformed into a streak of black light, intercepting the blood-red streak of light.

At this moment, Emperor Heimang unleashed an unparalleled imperial might!

His black hair danced wildly, his gaze was blazing, his aura dominant over all, and he suddenly reached out with one palm.

His palm was as black as ink at this moment.

A black light emanated with the extension of his palm, instantly filling the entire void like a tide.

From afar, it seemed as if this section of the river had been dyed black.

The red monk was greatly alarmed.

He was horrified to find that in this black light, he had suddenly become extremely weak.

Not only weak, he could not even escape the area enveloped by this black light.

He had just escaped, and although he had regained a flesh and blood body, he was still very weak. Even though he had forcibly raised his realm to the True God Realm, his actual combat power was much weaker than before.

The red monk darted left and right like a headless fly.

As the power of the black light grew stronger, he seemed to be deeply trapped in a quagmire, unable to move.

Vaguely, a large shadowy black hand came whistling towards him.

"It’s over for me!"

The red monk lamented bitterly in his heart, sadly closing his eyes.

The vast black light retracted, turning into a black rope, tightly binding the red monk.

Emperor Heimang made a gesture with his large hand, pulling the red monk through the air towards him.

He took a step, arriving at Ye Yun’s side.

"Senior, I’ve caught the monk from the Evil Buddha Sect!"

Emperor Heimang laughed heartily, throwing the red monk in front of Ye Yun. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The red monk looked at Ye Yun with fear.

This young man in white, with an unfathomable cultivation base, couldn’t be discerned through mere aura.

And for a powerful cultivator of the Fifth Layer of the True God Realm to address this young man in white as ’senior,’ it showed just how terrifying the true cultivation of this young man must be.

"Since when did the Cangnan Continent have cultivators as powerful as you?"

The red monk shouted.

Though he knew certain death awaited him, he didn’t want to die clueless.

The combat power of these two people before him had completely surpassed the ceiling of the Cangnan Continent; even in death, he wanted to understand.

"From the Divine Land, is that answer satisfactory to you?"

Ye Yun raised an eyebrow, speaking indifferently.

"What? You’re from the Divine Land?"

Upon hearing this, the red monk felt like cold water was poured over him, instantly feeling icy cold all over, shivering.

No wonder these two were so powerful; they hailed from the Divine Land.

The Divine Land is a paradise for spirits where True God Realm cultivators are as common as cattle.

With his cultivation at the True God Realm, he could only flaunt on the Cangnan Continent.

In the Divine Land, he would be as insignificant as an ant.

"How did you recognize me?"

Ye Yun’s gaze shot over like two sharp swords towards the red monk.

"In the Evil Buddha Sect, we have a legacy of heart seals, where master and disciple are mentally connected, not only able to pass on the teachings but also convey information through heart seals. Before he died, he sent your image over, so that’s how I knew you killed my disciple!"

The red monk glared at Ye Yun, speaking with overwhelming hatred.

He only hated that his strength was too weak to defeat this spirit from the Divine Land.

"So that’s how it is. The legacy of the ever-evil Evil Buddha Sect does have some points of interest..."

Ye Yun nodded indifferently.

"Naturally!"

The red monk said confidently.

"Since you were trapped in the ruins of the Black Divine Sect, why didn’t you let your disciples come over?"

Ye Yun asked.

"There is a great demon here. If he came, it’d be a death sentence!"

The red monk gritted his teeth and said.

"A great demon?"

Emperor Heimang was taken aback, widening his eyes, quickly scanning the surroundings.

He had just released his divine sense, but suddenly recalled Ye Yun’s instructions and immediately retracted it.

Ye Yun raised an eyebrow, asking with keen interest, "What kind of vine is it?"

"You really don’t know?"

The red monk began to laugh hysterically.

Seeing the red monk’s rudeness, Emperor Heimang snorted coldly and said, "Senior, there’s no good type in the Evil Buddha Sect. He dares speak to you like this; perhaps you’d like me to give him an unforgettable lesson!"

"No need!"

Ye Yun remained unmoved.

His pupils slightly contracted as he activated the Sky Exterminating Phantom Eye, effortlessly obtaining information.

It turned out that deep beneath the ruins of the Black Divine Sect grew a Buddha Flame Root.

Buddha Flame Root, Ye Yun had heard of before, but never seen.

Buddha Flame Root is an extremely rare mystical plant in the world, its vast root system sprawling deep underground, stretching in all directions.

Countless roots extend to the surface, continuing to grow.

The surface form of the Buddha Flame Root is ever-changing, ranging from tree forms to grass forms, and even vine forms.

The vine form is considered the strongest form of the Buddha Flame Root.

Among all its forms, it’s also the most numerous.

So, when Ye Yun and the other two entered the ruins of the Black Divine Sect, they encountered numerous green vines.

In fact, these were all the tips of the Buddha Flame Root.

The Buddha Flame Root is extremely rare and mysterious, known to very few, and rarely seen.

Records of it only remain in the most ancient tomes.

Only powerful sects with deep foundations might possess such ancient records.

"What have you done to me?"

The red monk slipped into a brief trance, then recovered instantly.

He shook his head, seemingly realized something, and his expression turned ferocious as he shouted, "You probed my memory?"

"Correct!"

Ye Yun did not deny it.

"Heh, even if you probed my memory, so what? The highest divine skills of my Evil Buddha Sect are transmitted through hearts in complete harmony. With the method of heart seals, they are passed down from generation to generation. You can’t possibly probe the advanced methodologies!"

The red monk sneered.

Ye Yun rubbed his forehead, finding this monk to be truly lost in madness.

He simply wanted to easily gain information about the Buddha Flame Root, so he directly read his memory.

He had no interest in the Evil Buddha Sect’s legacy at all.

"Why would I be interested in the mere legacy of the Evil Buddha Sect? You’ve certainly overestimated your sect!"

Ye Yun smiled indifferently.

"Hmph!"

The red monk sneered, "My Evil Buddha Sect is famous even in the Divine Land and holds high status. My master left the Cangnan Continent long ago for our main sect... If ever met in the Divine Land, he will surely slay you!"