Red Heart Patrols the Sky

And these... were erased by the Knowledge and Hearing Bell.

What a wonderful treasure!

Quan Yingyang’s sword flickered, intent on slicing down the copper bell.

Yet Jiang Wang directly aimed his ghostly blade at the critical points of life and death, presenting an attitude of exchanging life for life—even crazier than chopping off his head!

Quan Yingyang wanted to destroy his Divine Skills, sever his five limbs, and give this person the most painful torment in the world.

But with the support of the Immortal Jade Pearl, Jiang Wang almost became an indestructible existence, and there was no chance of being maimed or dismembered. As a treasure of the world, a mythological wonder, its final origin accumulation over the long ages couldn’t revive itself, yet supporting a mere God Descending Realm Jiang Wang was more than enough.

Even though his realm was suppressed and his swordsmanship was crushed, the knowledge given by the continuously ringing bell still allowed Jiang Wang to understand the True Monster Technics, steadfastly guarding the Knowledge and Hearing Bell and the Immortal Jade Pearl.

For Quan Yingyang, repeatedly wounding and maiming an opponent should certainly count as a form of torture, but looking at Jiang Wang’s determined eyes, he increasingly felt that the one being tormented seemed to be himself.

He had to break Jiang Wang’s sword defense again and again, tear open the Ruyi Immortal Clothes, shatter the Xuantian Liuli Technique, and then break Jiang Wang’s Golden Frame and Jade Marrow... only to watch them swiftly recover, and then do it all over again.

Of course, no matter how good the Knowledge and Hearing Bell and the Immortal Jade Pearl are, they are just external objects. A True Monster of this era cannot fail to find a way to truly eliminate an opponent. He just needed to see through the true time and truly grasp this world!

A ghostly corridor spanned the sky, with a life-and-death situation within.

And this corridor kept extending, becoming longer and wider.

More and more light was devoured from the entire Shenxiao World, making it increasingly dim.

...

Lingxihua heard the name Tiger Taisui shouted by Xiong Sansi while he was still crawling on the mountain path, heard Tiger Taisui’s self-proclaimed title of the Three Evil Tribulation Monarch... and saw his spiritual father.

Although the spiritual father was possessed by Zhu Xuan, and although the spiritual father didn’t glance at him.

His arm was broken, his courage shattered by Jiang Wang, and he was already in a weakened body... all these factors affected him, preventing him from rushing out to fight alongside his spiritual father at the first moment.

It is not for lack of loyalty and bravery but truly cannot bear.

He expected his spiritual father... could understand.

When his spiritual father subdued the already True Monster-level Xiong Sansi with a glance, he wanted to step forward and make a few remarks. But as he was choosing his words, the situation suddenly changed, and his spiritual father plotted to seize the God Enthronement Platform, prompting the gods to attack in unison.

His spiritual father was truly confused!

In the Monster Realm, no matter whom you oppose, it shouldn’t be the Ancient Imperial City. In the future, the Spirit Clan still needs to survive here—if there’s really opposition, it should wait until the Spirit Clan is fully winged, shouldn’t it?

His spiritual father glared at the gods, causing the statues to crumble wherever his gaze landed.

Watching this, he couldn’t help but straighten up.

When Xuan South Duke manipulated the gods to directly confront his spiritual father.

He crouched back down.

Until at a certain moment, the god statues that rose to fight from the Heaven Demon Dharma Altar suddenly stopped their offensive.

The True Demon Spider String controlled by his spiritual father suddenly froze.

Then the light in his eyes dissipated, the terrifying power disappeared, leaving only a weakened body that fell from the God Enthronement Platform into the boundless sea of clouds.

What happened!?

Lingxihua was inexplicably shocked.

The sky... went dark.

Quan Yingyang’s absorption of heavenly light extended here and spread to the entire Divine Mountain and beyond.

Quan Yingyang killing that fake monk of Mount Sumeru shouldn’t be a problem, and he wasn’t very concerned... The disaster was his spiritual father’s plot failing! Where is the Spirit Clan heading? Where am I heading?

Those god statues did not disperse; instead, they flew back to the Heaven Demon Dharma Altar one by one, seemingly arranging a sort of Formation, standing solemnly around the Bronze Cauldron—not knowing what they were plotting.

Lingxihua looked blankly at the darkened sky; all heavenly light was extinguished, as if his gaze was about to be dragged away, seemingly hiding some impending horror. His line of sight fell, seeing Chai Asi on the mountain path beyond a mountain platform, always tightly holding the Rusted Iron Sword, very tense and very cautious.

For some reason, that sword-holding posture reminded him of the monk on Mount Sumeru. There was indeed some similarity.

His gaze continued to shift, and he eventually found Xiong Sansi in the sea of clouds.

Still hung there, never ceasing to struggle, nor stopping his suffering—Heavenly Monster Ways, though not gone.

Watching his continuously convulsing body, and the Spiritual Energy constantly leaking from him... Lingxihua suddenly stood up, took a few steps, and picked up a thin sword from the ground—one of the two thin swords that fell when Zhu Xuan fell.

Why, he wanted to help release this person.

Of course, he wasn’t a benevolent person, nor did he have any feelings for Xiong Sansi.

But this feeling in his heart was inexplicable and unexplainable.

Yet he stopped.

Because at that moment, in the eye of Xiong Sansi, which could still be controlled, from the bloody tears at the corner of his eye, appeared a black dot, which leapt up as a small black insect.

The End of Dharma Era’s signal insect given by Ji Xingkong!

At that moment, echoing the time, helped Xiong Sansi lock onto the Three Evil Tribulation Monarch, but hadn’t exhausted itself, leaving one last one unknown to Xiong Sansi.

At this time, it leapt to the sky, casting a shadow, transforming into a featureless Night Bodhisattva!

Of those god statues surrounding the Heaven Demon Dharma Altar, several hundred suddenly turned, each on guard.

This Night Bodhisattva just raised a palm blocking the way, his mouth speaking with Ji Xingkong’s voice: "Mind your own business, Xuan South Duke. Whether it’s Chishen or whatever, the Lord Buddha will not interfere with you."

This voice, unlike his previously arrogant, playful, and malicious voice in Mo Yun City, was instead deep, wise, and compassionate.