Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 255 - 218: Hongyuan Bodhisattva and the Blood Sea’s Li Wufeng

Chapter 255: Chapter 218: Hongyuan Bodhisattva and the Blood Sea’s Li Wufeng

“Amitabha… Amitabha… Amitabha…”

The sacred sound of the Buddha’s name fluctuated high and low, its ceaseless echo drilling into the ears and penetrating the marrow. At first listen, the accompanying sacred music was solemn and austere, but after listening several times, it sent chills from the depths of the heart, feeling eerily demonic.

At this moment, alarm bells rang endlessly in his mind, and the world before his eyes was filled with spreading and swirling dark Qi, with the source being none other than that “Bodhisattva” of solemn appearance.

“What… what exactly is that thing!” Zhao Sheng groaned inwardly.

Boom!

A series of intense palpitations, indescribably ominous premonitions, made Zhao Sheng’s eyelids twitch uncontrollably and he subconsciously lowered his head to avoid being noticed by the other party.

He felt as if he could sense that the approaching “Bodhisattva” was lazily straightening her body, a pair of eyes indifferent and strange,

Her gaze had already swept over him and lingered for a long time.

Just at this moment, the Bookworm Demon beside him suddenly shouted with a crazed expression, “Could it be that you are the Hongyuan Bodhisattva from the Great Snow Mountain?”

“Amitabha!”

Following a drawn-out and sorrowful chant, eerie and androgynous, the sacred music and chanting abruptly stopped.

“Good sir, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?” the “Bodhisattva” on the lotus throne asked in a chanting voice, full of seduction.

“Compassionate Bodhisattva! The Soul Refining Demon from Evil Immortal Island has taken away one of my souls and two of my spirits and refined them into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, henceforth controlling my life and death. I seek liberation and beseech the Bodhisattva’s compassion to relieve my distress and resolve my difficulties.” The Book-addicted Old Demon suddenly knelt down, pleading earnestly.

“This wish can easily be resolved! However, once this mater is settled, you must convert to my Buddhism to repay the cause and effect of the great wish. Are you willing, good sir?”

Upon hearing these words, the Bookworm Demon hesitated for a moment, but ultimately, with a fierce look on his face, nodded and said, “I am willing, please take action, Bodhisattva!”

No sooner had he spoken than Zhao Sheng saw a speck of golden light shoot out from the Hongyuan Bodhisattva and flash into the old man’s forehead, after which a lotus flower-shaped golden imprint appeared on his brow.

“Thank you for your compassion, Bodhisattva!” As soon as the lotus imprint appeared, the Book-addicted Old Demon’s face immediately showed a look of devout gratitude.

However, Zhao Sheng saw a thick black Qi suddenly emerge from his body, connected to the source.

At that moment, the indifferent and unfeeling gaze shifted back onto Zhao Sheng.

“Good sir, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?”

As soon as the voice entered his ears, it resounded through his mind like the ringing of a large bell.

This voice seemed ordinary, but it carried an intensely strong urge to persuade and a mental suggestion, making one feel an instinctive submission and believe the speaker to be supremely powerful and capable of anything.

“Not good!”

The sound made Zhao Sheng’s spirit shake, and a tide rose in his Soul Sea. He inwardly cursed at the bad turn of events and instinctively activated his Talent, Absolute Rationality.

In that instant, Zhao Sheng’s eyes lost all color and became extremely indifferent. His face was also expressionless, like that of the living dead.

Huh!

The Hongyuan Bodhisattva suddenly uttered a startled exclamation, a glint of surprise flashing in her eyes. An invisible yet immense pressure radiated from her, causing the surrounding monks and nuns to freeze, like clay statue puppets.

Standing beside Zhao Sheng, the old monk Bujie suddenly stood up, trembling. In his murky eyes, the vague reflection of a three-headed white-furred strange bird could be seen.

The middle head was that of a vulture, but the one on the left was a long-haired woman’s, and on the right was unmistakably the ugly face of the old monk Bujie.

The next moment, his robe rustled, and white feathers abruptly broke through the skin on his face and hands, growing in disarray. His neck twisted and elongated, his eyes turning blood-red.

Just as he was about to transform into a demon, a rugged and unrestrained voice suddenly came from the depths of the fog.

The voice’s owner undoubtedly possessed terrifying cultivation. As soon as he spoke, it frightened the old monk Bujie so much that he quickly reverted back to human form and knelt down on the ground once again.

“Hongyuan Bodhisattva, I heard you were born on the Great Snow Mountain and your original form was a corpse-eating vulture. Over a millennium, you devoured the remains of a hundred thousand monks and nuns. By refining the Corpse Qi and Buddha Power, you finally transformed into a human.

Later, you were taken into the Sacred Heart Temple, endowed with the title of Bodhisattva and the Buddhist name ‘Hongyuan’.

I also heard that you made a grand vow, wishing to convert a hundred thousand Immortal and Strange Spirits to the Buddhist Sect, thereby resolving the resentment of the dead Buddha and ascending to the Pure Land.

“But you are, after all, a beast of mixed fur. In front of me, you actually attempted to ‘convert’ a junior of my sect. Could it be that you think you can disregard me just because this is your territory? Do you really want me to pluck out your beautiful skin and drain your blood before you’ll be satisfied?”

With the sound of this voice, the fog that shrouded the heavens and earth dispersed, and Zhao Sheng thus stopped using his Talent, his spirit returning to normal, although his eyes were still filled with indifference, his face showing hardly any emotional fluctuation.

Years of repeatedly invoking his talent, Absolute Rationality, have finally begun to show side effects. His emotions and desires had greatly diminished, and his rationality had far surpassed his sensory cognition.

Looking around, he saw that this place was a small world, not very large, merely a dozen miles across, with a Cloud Sea at the edges misting and undulating. Most of the ground was paved with jade, and at its depths stood a majestically towering palace, as grand as the Heavenly Palace itself.

Above it, there was a high platform adorned with sculpted railings and jade masonry, which was currently hosting a banquet. Exquisite heavenly delicacies were piled high, the fragrance of wine filled the air, and Sacred Sound played continuously.

Most of the seats were empty, with only a few filled.

But each guest seated there possessed an extraordinary aura, each with their own marvels, appearing as if each one’s strength was immeasurable.

Zhao Sheng took one look and knew that the strength of the people present was likely not inferior to his own.

After a brief scan, a tremor stirred within Zhao Sheng.

He did not recognize anyone else at the banquet.

However, there was one woman with skin as white as snow and a sanctified appearance whom Zhao Sheng had seen just once before.

Not long ago, he had encountered the “Insect Woman” on the street.

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Zhao Sheng had seen with his own eyes the densely packed transparent threadworms on the woman’s body, along with the strange Gu that looked like a red cloud.

A Golden Core Realm Gu Cultivator, someone hard to forget once seen.

“This ‘Hongyuan Bodhisattva’ is a transformed vulture. The one speaking is also likely a powerhouse from the Nascent Soul Realm. Along with a group of Demon Dao Golden Cores, I’m afraid this meeting isn’t just a simple high-level trade gathering.”

Zhao Sheng, who had discerned a bit of truth, was deep in thought.

He discreetly lowered his head as much as possible to minimize his presence, and noticed out of the corner of his eye that the Bookworm Demon continued to kneel on the ground with a face full of devotion, secretly amazed at the proficiency of Hongyuan Bodhisattva’s methods.

Shortly thereafter, he felt that something was amiss. Even though the powerful being on the Heavenly Palace platform had spoken, the Hongyuan Bodhisattva seemed as if she hadn’t heard at all.

She straightened her body, her gaze fixed on Zhao Sheng, and her eyes began to show a hint of strange light.

“Tsk tsk! Do you think I would be afraid of you, Li Wufeng?”

“Besides, he is just a junior of the Sea Demon Clan who merely cultivated the ‘Blood Soul Scripture.’ How did he become your Blood Soul Sect’s person?”

“Li Wufeng, you’re not worried about yourself, but instead, you’ve started meddling in idle affairs. I’ve heard that the Blood God’s flesh is nearly rotten through. The next vessel, it should be your turn, right?”

As the voice of Hongyuan Bodhisattva rang out, a crowd of Evil Demons covertly glanced towards the man sitting at the main seat of the banquet on the high platform.

At a glance, he appeared to be a human Great Han, around forty years old, with a face like a red date, a pair of blood-red eyes, red hair and beard, and he was engulfed in a long blood-colored robe. Countless emotionless, pale faces of the dead emerged from time to time on the surface of the robe.

His appearance, though not ugly, was clearly different from normal people. Not to mention the robe, so bizarre that it chilled one to the core, involuntarily making people avoid his gaze.

Clearly, this man was Li Wufeng, one of the two Nascent Soul Ancestors of the Blood Demon Sect, known by the moniker “Blood Sea” Ancestor.