The Feng Zun Journey
Other Perpetrators
"Something seems wrong." Feng Zun suddenly furrowed his brows.
Chuyu's heart had already trembled before, and when she heard this, she became frozen. "Young Master, do you feel something out of place?"
Feng Zun asked, "If you were Bai Chen, and you knew that when feeding the sword with your own body, it would have a high risk of your weapon rebelling, saying, aren't you going to be more careful and prepare precautions?"
"Of course I will" Chuyu said without much thought.
As the leader of the second generation of the Eternal Dragon Palace, given Bai Chen's temperament and wisdom, how could he not know the risks of nurturing a sword with his body?
“It implies that the Heavenly Calamity Sword did not attack Bai Chen for no reason,” Feng Zun said. “Something else must have happened, thus giving the Heavenly Calamity Sword a chance to take advantage of the situation.”
Chuyu's hair stood up straight.
Could it be that the mastermind behind Bai Chen's death, and the person who had destroyed the Eternal Dragon Palace was not just the Heavenly Calamity Sword?
The discovery of this new possibility, no doubt becomes more complicated and terrifying!
At the same time, Feng Zun shifted his gaze and gazed at the top of the palace.
The palace was extremely grand and spacious, and its roof which formed a dome, looked like a huge umbrella.
A blue lantern the size of a palm hung in the center.
The lamp was not lit, and it did not have a certain aura.
Moreover, its great distance, made it very easy to ignore.
However, when Feng Zun's gaze was fixed on that simple little lantern, his pupils constricted.
His gaze shifted, and he inspected the seventy-two towering altars once more.
Suddenly at that moment...
Inside the lantern hanging on the ceiling of the palace, the blood-red light oil quietly trembled, and stuck out its axis.
The axis exploded into flames, emitting a dazzling red glow, then deciphering the faint and indistinct silhouette of the woman.
Cracks!
Bang out! Bang out! Bang out!
Almost at the same time, a series of explosions rang out in succession.
Above the seventy-two sealing altars, the Immortal Crystal Cocoon exploded like a cracked egg.
Each of them exploded with terrifying undead qi.
Chuyu's expression changed drastically, this sudden change in situation clearly shocked him.
"Don't panic."
Feng Zun reached out and patted Chuyu on the shoulder, his expression still as calm as ever.
But his distant gaze was still focused on the small blue lantern, which hung on the ceiling of the palace.
The light of the light was red like blood, and a faint, flickering figure of a woman appeared and disappeared from sight, causing the aura and atmosphere to become even more unsettling.
As soon as Feng Zun turned his head, the woman seemed to feel it.
Then the woman raised her hand and flicked her finger.
Cracks!
The seventy-two sealing altars instantly rumbled, and the formation diagrams present on its surface instantly activated. Then everything connected together, forming a massive barrier.
Feng Zun and Chuyu who were right in the middle of it, were effectively right at the center of danger!
Swoshis! Swoshis! Swoshis!
Almost at the same time, several figures shot out from the Eternal Crystal Cocoon, which was enveloped in the qi of the undead.
They were a mixture of men and women, but all of them looked young.
All wore dark golden Daoist robes, and carried spiritual swords on each of their backs.
They seemed to have once been an extremely talented group of sword cultivators.
However, the blood-red undead energy that surrounded them, made them appear ferocious and extremely terrifying, and their eyes shone with a bloody blue light.
These are the seventy-two undead!
Unlike the battered and rotting undead outside, these seventy-two undead had completely intact bodies, and their auras were extremely powerful.
Moreover, they were all no weaker than Immortal Realm cultivators.
Some were even comparable to late stage Immortal cultivators!
Chuyu's hair instantly stood upright, and his spirit sank.
He was only in the Mortal Realm, despite his confidence and calmness that he always displayed, the aura emanated from these undead made him feel suffocated, and his heart seemed to be filled with despair.
How frightening was it, when seventy-two mortal and immortal undead attacked simultaneously?
"Young Master, can these undead still be saved?" Chuyu said tremblingly.
"Of course," said Feng Zun casually. "But I have to change and adjust my approach."
Clangs!
Even before he finished speaking, the Fantian Emperor Sword had appeared and landed on his palm.
As he circulated his cultivation base, the black blade of the Fantian Emperor Sword shone with a scorching golden Buddhist halo.
The most miraculous part was the circle of Buddhist light, which emanated from its blade like a surging light, and each wave contained a faint Buddhist illusion.
Then, a harmonious combination of the sounds of chanting, praise, and the interweaving of Buddhist bells was heard, forming a deep and boundless sutra of nirvana.
The silk echoed throughout the palace, as if there was no end.
The Sword of Light Buddha!
This sword technique, was one of the four supreme Dao Sword legacies in the Little Western Heaven.
Although Feng Zun was not a Buddhist cultivator, but this was the sword cultivation legacy that his father gave him.
In the past, Emperor Tian Jin and the Immortal God expert of the Little Western Heaven, Buddhist Master Luo Zhangtian, had once sat together and discussed about the Dao.
Even the old monk himself had given recognition to his understanding, and achievements in the path of Buddhist cultivation.
Most likely, even those Buddhist cultivators from the Little Western Heaven would be amazed, when looking at the way Feng Zun used this Buddhist Light Sword Technique of theirs !
When he saw the boundless radiation of this unrivalled sword technique, Chuyu's heart trembled, and involuntarily muttered inwardly, Young Master's skill is indeed extraordinary, it was as if robbing all wealth from the sky!
That warm current from the Buddha Light, had removed Chuyu's tension, and he had been freed from the feeling of tightness and pressure he had felt before.
"Kill! Kill it! Kill it!"
One by one the shouts from the undead boomed like the roar of thunder.
The seventy-two undead who were still wrapped in that monstrous evil qi, all unsheathed their swords and began to attack.
Their strength seemed ferocious to beyond the limits of comprehension.
Even every single one of his individuals alone, was enough to make Immortal Realm cultivators tremble.
It was as if they were like a ferocious army coming straight from the depths of hell!
Even an immortal pinnacle cultivator would have to avoid the sharp sword tip of them!
“Other people still control you even after death. Really pathetic.” Feng Zun sighed.
He slashed the Sword of the Fantian Emperor.
The Buddhist circle of light immediately shot out.
It looked gentle like a water ripple, but as it flew through the air, it was accompanied by endless bright lights and Sutra chants that shook the sky!
Bang out!
Every spiritual sword of the undead was terrifying, yet the Sword of Light Buddha managed to stop everything in the air.
They could not advance even a single inch!
The strongest living corpse was a tall man with unclear facial features.
As a shining light swept over him, he exploded in a blaze of flames and instantly disappeared into ashes.
There's nothing left of him.
As Feng Zun continued to advance, he swung his sword repeatedly.
The shining sword shadow spread out like a wave, and the sanskrit silk chant continued to echo in the air.
Buddha-like silhouettes invaded from each of their lotus platforms, suppressing the undead from all sides.
Bang out! Bang out! Bang out!
These undead, each of them were comparable to late stage mortal realm cultivators, but now all of them had been sunk into the endless sea of Buddhist light.
Sword qi swept outwards, its hum coming surgingly. The living corpses that attacked each one burst into flames, and all of them turned into ashes.
Even the undead were comparable to late stage Immortal Realm cultivators, in the presence of the power of these supreme Buddhist sword sutras, they were completely suppressed.
No matter how much they struggled, it never worked.
Some of them lasted a little longer, but in the end, they were also reduced to nothingness.
Chuyu who witnessed all these scenes, could only fall into a daze.
Feng Zun now looked like a Buddha descending into the mortal world, to eliminate evil spirits, exterminate demons, and purge evil.
The Buddha light finally illuminated the entire area.
In less than ten breaths, seventy-two undead had been purified!
But it's not over yet.
The sleeves of Feng Zun's robes fluttered around him, and the Fantian Emperor Sword suddenly stopped in midair.
Bang out!
The stinging and brightly glowing sword qi ripples spread out in all directions, and the seventy-two sealing altars that were around the palace were violently crushed and collapsed.
The immense restrictive power that had previously enveloped the area, finally dispersed into nothingness.
But Feng Zun's gaze then turned to the blue lantern that was still hanging on the ceiling.
He said calmly, "Do you want to continue playing?"
Chuyu naturally followed Feng Zun's gaze.
The bright red light from the lamp swayed, and a figure of a woman faintly floated from within its light.
Who's the lady? ask Chuyu.
Whoosh~
The blue lantern was only the size of a fist, but when it came, its momentum boomed like a tide.
A dazzling red light burst out from him, churning endlessly in the air.
Eventually gradually deciphering a woman.
She had hair as white as snow, and was wearing a dress as red as blood. The woman had a slender and graceful figure, but her blue eyes were cold and strange.
Wads of blood red sword intent scattered around him, giving him an additional impression of being strong and ferocious.
As he extended his hand, the blue lantern then fell into his palm.
He then lightly stepped forward, appearing not far from Feng Zun.
Her skirt fluttered low, with a combination of incredible beauty and powerful aura, making her seem like an immortal being from the spirit path!
Even Chuyu felt a pain so stinging his eyes, that he instinctively lowered his head, not daring to stare directly at the woman.
His aura was too powerful and impressive!
“Your methods and techniques are pretty good, Fellow Daoist. You are definitely not an ordinary person.” said the white-haired woman.
His voice was as sharp as the tip of a sword, ice-cold, and imposing.
“However, this is the Last Resting Place of the Eternal Dragon Palace. You made a big mistake just coming here. If you don't want to die here, you'd better take that subordinate of yours and get the hell out of here.
Feng Zun smiled, he did not care about his threat at all.
Instead, he looked into the distance, towards Bai Chen's corpse. “So, are you the one who has colluded with the Heavenly Calamity Sword, to kill Bai Chen?”
Chuyu's heart trembled.
Is this white-haired, red-gown woman the other culprit?
The white haired woman frowned. "Daoist Dean, have you already decided not to go?"
He did not answer Feng Zun's question, but his aura had instead grown fiercer and more imposing.
"Then what about you? Why haven't you left?” Feng Zun said casually. “The strength of the formation blocking the path to the outside world has long since disappeared. Given your cultivation, it won't be difficult for you to leave here."
The white-haired woman's brows furrowed deeper than before.
He naturally knew that Feng Zun did not care about his threat at all!
After a moment of silence, his blue eyes stared at the blue lantern in his palm. "I'm waiting for someone."
"It looks like you are waiting for that Sword Ruler, Heavenly Calamity."
The white-haired woman's pupils narrowed, it seemed like she was quite surprised.
But then, Feng Zun continued, "But believe me, that sword will not come."
The white-haired lady, in a blood-colored dress said with strong conviction, "That's impossible!"
This response was unquestionable proof, that he was indeed awaiting the arrival of the Heavenly Calamity Sword!
A shockwave permeated Chuyu's heart. Now that he finally understood, why Qing Ruo had appeared outside the ruins of the Eternal Dragon Palace not too long ago.
Thus, the sword that inhabited Qing Ruo's spine, the Heavenly Calamity Ruling Sword, wanted to see the white-haired woman, who was standing in front of them now!