“This is the Kunlun Realm, huh?”
A cool voice came through, distant and ethereal.
Standing there was a young Daoist in a robe with a topknot, his sword-like brows and starry eyes giving him a striking appearance, a hint of red in the middle of his forehead. He had his hands behind his back, with a chaotic treasure bottle hovering above his head.
“He is Dao Wuhen, the strongest prodigy of the younger generation of the Dao Clan!” In the Celestial Court, Xiang Jiba’s mind was shaken, exclaiming in surprise.
“How powerful is he?” Liu Huangshu asked with a grave expression.
“This person is the top of the Supreme Ranking’s ten prodigies!” Xiang Jiba said, fighting to keep his heart steady, emphasizing each word.
Upon hearing this, Liu Huangshu and the others felt a sense of awe.
So that’s how it is, no wonder this Daoist youth feels like he’s in a different league compared to those guys earlier!
“Hmm? Seems like a battle took place here.”
At that moment, Dao Wuhen sensed something. He made a gesture with one hand, as if deducing past events. When he saw Xu Baitian and the others had been killed by Ye Junlin, his expression clearly changed.
“Ye Tian Emperor, you actually killed them all. Do you realize you’ve made a huge mess?”
His gaze fell on Ye Junlin, coldly stating.
Even Dao Wuhen had to consider the interests behind this and couldn’t wipe them all out, even though he could easily eliminate all seven, including Xu Baitian!
The entanglements of the ten great worlds were quite complex; there always had to be some leeway to avoid dire consequences when relationships soured.
Thus, Dao Wuhen’s heart was a tad surprised by Ye Junlin’s brazen actions.
Ye Junlin locked eyes with this Daoist youth, smirking, “They were coming to kill me! Am I not allowed to kill them? What kind of nonsense logic is that?”
As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the cultivators outside the realms changed drastically.
Who would dare speak to the Dao Clan’s prodigy in such a tone? This was a first for them!
Dao Wuhen stared at Ye Junlin for a long time before coldly uttering, “Courting death.”
He didn’t think that Ye Junlin’s annihilation of the seven major disciples was anything remarkable. If it were him, he could easily do the same.
Ye Junlin’s attitude had deeply angered him, leaving no reason for Dao Wuhen to hold back.
After all, the Dao Clan wanted to claim the Kunlun Realm, and the other party was indeed a huge threat.
Just then, a Buddha chant resonated:
“Amitabha~”
The voice was like a giant bell, echoing through the Kunlun Realm.
The one speaking was a young monk with a fair appearance, draped in a colorful robe, wearing a lotus-shaped crown, exuding a sacred composure. He held a golden nine-ringed staff, his face as calm as a deep well.
He stared at Ye Junlin, and with a meaningful look said, “Ye Benefactor, do you still remember this poor monk?”
Ye Junlin was taken aback, then fixated on the monk’s face, feeling a hint of familiarity but not quite recalling anything clearly.
He had no choice but to ask, “Who are you?”
“Hehe, this poor monk is now a prodigy of the Western Sky Realm, but I also have another Zen name, which old friends in the Immortal Realm would be familiar with—Shijia Shengsi.”
The young monk from the Western Sky Realm declared, his tone profound.
“What? He’s Shijia Shengsi?!”
The Celestial Court was thrown into an uproar.
Shijia Shengsi was the leader of the Buddhist Sect from the Immortal Realm, holding the supreme title of Buddha Emperor.
Later, the Immortal Realm ascended to the Holy Realm and faced a great calamity, and Shijia Shengsi mysteriously disappeared, leaving no trace.
Who would’ve thought that after many years, he had transformed into a prodigy of the Western Sky Realm? One of the top three prodigies on the Supreme Ranking?
Now that’s some drama!
Moreover, compared to his former old appearance, he now looked strikingly youthful, which was why no one had recognized him at first.
Even Ye Junlin was somewhat astonished upon learning this.
You old rascal, looks like you’re living the good life, huh?
He wasn’t unfamiliar with Shijia Shengsi; the latter had once subdued Ye Junlin’s mount, Ah Kun, and after being found out, refused to admit it, only confessing after a beating.
Later, when the Holy Realm faced calamity, Shijia Shengsi had simply run off during that tough time, leaving Ye Junlin with quite the disdain.
Who knew their next encounter would have such a dramatic twist—turning into a prodigy of the Western Sky Realm!
The Western Sky Realm, ranking second among the Divine Courts, represented the Buddha race, practicing Zen.
To become a prodigy of this world was a mark of incredibly high status.
“Good, good, long time no see,” Shijia Shengsi said, enjoying the reaction from the crowd.
Even he felt his legendary journey was quite dreamlike.
Back then, he was merely a True Saint; though his qualifications were extraordinary and he had a natural understanding of Zen, making the leap to being a prodigy of the Western Sky Realm was no small feat.
The turning point came when the current Buddha’s heir made a mistake in cultivating the supreme Buddha dharma and fell into darkness. The Buddha was enraged and had to suppress the heir, leading to the destruction of that soul.
Coincidentally, Shijia Shengsi had shown remarkable talent, making him the most promising candidate to become the next heir. After thorough consideration, the Buddha decided to help him take over the body of that heir.
Thus, with the Buddha’s assistance, Shijia Shengsi successfully transitioned and became the new heir!
Relying on his exceptional understanding of the Buddha dharma, he learned from his mistakes, delving deeper into the supreme teachings and achieving even greater success than the previous heir!
Later, Shijia Shengsi was tasked with representing the Western Sky Realm in the competition for the position of the Celestial Court’s young master.
When he saw these familiar enemies, mixed feelings swelled up inside him, alongside an undercurrent of hidden killing intent!
Just then, another icy voice rang out, “Ye Tian Emperor, return my brother’s life!”
It was a golden-haired youth with a golden halo above his head, his handsome features complemented by pure white wings, resembling a great angel as he confronted Ye Junlin with righteous anger.
Ye Junlin was even more confused.
Wait, who the hell are you?
“Hold up, you need to present evidence when you speak. Don’t just slander me out of nowhere. When did I kill your brother?” Ye Junlin retorted, dissatisfied.
The golden-haired youth smirked, “My brother Situ Yan came to the Kunlun Realm on a mission and was killed by you. I’ve been holding onto this grudge, do you really think you can deny it?”
He was none other than Situ Yan’s elder brother, Situ Kong!
“I seem to recall something…” Ye Junlin frowned, trying hard to remember past events.
Vaguely, he did recall such a person, but it was too long ago, so he had somewhat forgotten.
“So he’s your brother, huh? What’s next?” Ye Junlin acted surprised.
Boom!
A powerful aura erupted, sweeping across the heavens and the earth.
Situ Kong’s inner fury erupted, this was nothing short of a serious provocation.
With killing intent written all over his face, he coldly said, “Next, I want you to pay with your life for his!”