Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

At night, the moonlight shone like silver.

A bird flew over Fairy Lake and suddenly exploded into a mist of blood; the remaining skeleton dropped onto the dark and profound surface of Fairy Lake with a 'thump'.

The spreading blood made the water of the lake all the more dark and eerie.

By this time, there were already thick piles of animal carcasses by the lake, including those of large animals like deer, wild boars, and leopards.

At the bottom of the lake, Xuan Jie, who heard the Shrura Monk's mocking words, reflected on the incorrect demise of the creatures by the lake and a trace of unwillingness to accept this fate flashed across his face.

"Every living being has a destiny. Fellow Buddhists, though we employ this method to set the stage, the killing is too rampant; perhaps we could cease, if only for a moment."

Having heard his senior brother's words, Xuan Nan of Mount Daguangming couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"Fellow Shrura Monk, perhaps you could withdraw your supernatural powers for now."

The Shrura Monk, looking at the two old monks before him with their robes embroidered with golden sacred mountains, flashed a nearly imperceptible look of scorn in his eyes and said with a low chuckle:

"Fellow Buddhists are mistaken 'liao,' have you not heard that in a journey of a hundred miles, half is but ninety?"

"Yi Chengzi is cunning and suspicious; if a moment of womanly kindness leads to a failed endeavor, would not the blood of the beings who have died be in vain?"

"Xuan Jie, Xuan Nan, the two senior brothers are compassionate, which is admirable; indeed, it is true that every living being has destiny but, in my opinion, between the destinies of living beings, there is still lacking the word 'each'."

"Every being has their own destiny!"

"The creatures that have appeared here these past few days have done so because their time has run out."

With his hands together, the Shrura Monk bowed to the three of them and said coldly, "In my view, should we shy away from the karmic consequences of these small beings and be faint of heart, how can we, alongside the True Monarchs of the Dao Sect, leaders of the Demonic Path, and peerless True Dragons, strive for supremacy and stand amongst the mountains and seas?"

"It must be that Yi Chengzi has seen the change in direction of our Buddhist realm; that's why he took the opportunity to destroy the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple. I have researched this man's life; he has extraordinary talent and does not conform to conventions. He will certainly become a thorn in our side. "

"Give him some more time, and the Dao Sect will birth another Dragon Tiger Mountain. By then, if we wish to kill this man, it won't be these fur-wearing, horned creatures that die, but countless monks."

"Fellow senior brothers, in this age of great turmoil, we must not be lenient."

"Fellow Buddhist truly lives up to the name of Shrura Monk, indeed heavily inclined towards killing." Xuan Jie and Xuan Nan of Mount Daguangming exchanged glances, both showing a hint of helplessness on their faces, abandoning further persuasion and closing their eyes to focus deeply.

The bottom of the lake once again returned to tranquility, only the humming of the undercurrent echoed through the space.

After some time had passed, the Shrura Monk opened his eyes, and a flicker of excitement crossed his face: "He's here, fellow Buddhists, please cover for me, I shall go and test this man's weight!"

"I wish to see just how capable this young practitioner of the Dao Sect, who is considered exceptional even by the abbot and the Buddhist leader, really is, for which the four of us had to take action."

"I hope he won't disappoint me as the last demon spawn did, ha ha ha!"

The Shrura Monk rose to his feet, his aura shifting abruptly from peaceful to fierce, and a faint red light flickered in the depths of his pupils; he felt some discontent in his heart.

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At Fairy Lake, the quiet waves spanned hundreds of acres.

As an important habitat and source of water for the local birds and beasts, it was now a burial ground for animal corpses.

Among the flesh and bones, even a few human remains were entangled, with one in particular showing bones as translucent as jade, clearly not those of an ordinary practitioner.

"Interesting, this Fairy Lake really has something special about it. Please, take care of my unworthy disciple for me."

"Just stand here and don't move; I will go and take a look."

Yi Chen grinned at the people behind him and, with a flash, suddenly appeared above Fairy Lake.

"Heh heh, such a small measure of power aims to affect my vital energy?"

"Such petty tricks dare to show off in front of me."

The Daoist looked up at the bright moon in the sky and casually suppressed the strange forces above the lake, then suddenly spread his arms wide.

"Master, what is he going to do... what?" Zuo Qianfu murmured in amazement.

The cultivators saw countless streams converge towards the sky, forming an immense water sphere in the blink of an eye, reflecting the cool moonlight, appearing incredibly dreamlike.

City Lord Hei Shanzi, a gaunt old man resembling dried bamboo, watched Yi Chen's actions and with a glint of comprehension in his eyes, gently patted Zuo Qianfu's shoulder and said softly, "My dear nephew, the Hidden Dragon Taoist seems to be attempting to draw up all the water from Fairy Lake to see what strangeness lies beneath."

Hei Shanzi's eyes hinted at a concealed envy; he could not fathom why someone of Hidden Dragon Taoist's cultivation would take such an interest in a spiritless pauper like Yi Chen—it was completely baffling.

Could the boy's mother or sisters be women of unsurpassed beauty?

It made no sense, with the cultivation and status of Hidden Dragon Taoist, what kind of common village woman could catch his eye.

Pondering over the various rumors surrounding Yi Chen, Hei Shanzi's thoughts began to wander.

"So powerful, what immense force!" Zuo Qianfu was awestruck by the immense and dreamlike water sphere under the night sky, momentarily dazed.

At that moment, a sudden change occurred.

Without warning, the gigantic water sphere in the sky, spanning thousands of kilometers, shattered abruptly, and a Buddha's radiance emerged from the bottom of the lake. As the bright Buddhist light receded, it revealed an extremely handsome monk in red.

A lofty and unique poem echoed between heaven and earth.

"Thousand punishments, myriad penalties, the calamity of blood souls, the Shrura Monk of the bitter sea pays tribute to the dead!"

"Shrura Monk greets Daoist Yi Chengzi."

The handsome monk's narrow and long phoenix eyes glittered with bitter and cold killing intent.