A Cheng fell to the ground, but Bi Li was caught steadily by another person.
"That old man didn't lie, it really is you, long time no see, Bi Li."
"Xiao Luo, you've come." The mountain ghost girl gently stroked a fair face.
A Cheng fell to the ground, looking disheveled.
The surrounding martial artists retreated in fear, especially the Jie Qing Sect Leader, Wang Da Xuan, who disappeared from his original spot the moment he saw that person.
Someone shouted, "Heretical Faction!"
Master Xin Ji's expression was solemn, "Fushan Luo, are you trying to die with us?"
"Heh, Master is joking. Perhaps in the future, we might even become comrades."
"Bah! Devilish fiend! We would rather die than surrender!" Master Xin Ji's character was upright and unyielding, truly a heroic pillar of the martial arts world.
Fushan Luo smiled, still holding Bi Li.
A Cheng looked up at the man.
Tall and handsome, dressed in luxurious clothes, with eyes like bright stars, he exuded a heroic spirit.
"I merely wish to establish a true pure land, which is the greatest good deed in the world. What's wrong with that?"
Master Xin Ji's face was as cold as ice, "Slaughtering common people, building 'Jingguan' (pyramids of heads), turning the bright human world into an endless hell – is this what you call a good deed?"
"Master, you may not know, but this universe has existed for one myriad and eight hundred years from ancient times to the present, which perfectly aligns with the end of a 'hui' (epoch). Heaven and Earth are about to undergo a great change. If we mortals don't prepare early, we will turn to dust in the great calamity."
"Hmph! Twisted logic and heretical theories! This universe is only in its first 'hui', the calamity is still far off. How could there be any great change? Such rhetoric is merely an excuse for your deception. You heretics have always been vicious in your internal struggles. Once you've cleansed the Righteous Dharma World with blood, someone will come to seize your power! To usurp your throne!"
Fushan Luo's usual proud expression instantly turned grim, but he still smiled, "Master, you are, after all, still confined by your limited perspective and have not seen the vastness of the world. Today, I shall reveal the greatest secret of this world to all of you!"
Everyone was filled with doubt and surprise, but they temporarily put down their weapons, wanting to hear what this foremost Heretical Faction leader had to say.
"There are fourteen sects in the world. In the previous epoch, the Buddha's son had fourteen Venerables under him, leading the Sacred Path, and the numbers align. A 'yuan' has twelve 'hui', and a 'hui' has one hundred and eight 'centuries'. At the end of a 'hui', a certain Superior Reverends will reincarnate, causing the Virtuous Path Star, Evil Path Star, and Shengdao Star to converge on Mount Sumeru." Fushan Luo sighed, looking down at Bi Li, "I originally thought this mountain ghost was the reincarnation of a certain Superior Reverends, but she is not. She is a being nurtured by the Shengdao Star, truly the God of Mount Sumeru, a marvel of creation, possessing the power to traverse the three paths."
Bi Li looked dazed, still gently stroking Xiao Luo's face, and Fushan Luo also gently held her hand.
"I still can't let go of you." Xiao Luo smiled, "My subordinate hurt you that day, don't blame her."
Bi Li shook her head, then quietly said, "Put me down."
Fushan Luo was a little puzzled, but he still complied.
The mountain ghost girl landed on the ground and, ignoring the gazes of those around her, walked to A Cheng and bent down to help him up.
A Cheng stood up, still staring at Fushan Luo.
"You are the Xiao Luo she spoke of."
"Indeed." Fushan Luo's face was now completely devoid of a smile.
"You really are a piece of trash." A Cheng sneered.
Fushan Luo lightly pointed a finger, and Master Xin Ji shouted, "Dodge!"
A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky. Everyone was too late to stop it. A Cheng was pierced through the chest by a powerful, arrow-like finger force.
Bi Li's face turned pale.
Fushan Luo let out a comfortable sigh, the black epiphyllum pattern on his forehead emitting a faint glow, illuminating his jade-like face.
Facing his blatant actions, most people merely frowned, looking at A Cheng, with little regret on their faces.
Master Xin Ji asked in a deep voice, "How can someone as restless, easily angered, kind-faced but evil-hearted as you, command trust?"
Fushan Luo sneered, "It doesn't matter if you don't believe me. I am busy with the great plan of the Karma-Severing Buddha. In the next 'hui', the Heretical Faction shall rise!"
From afar, the warships let out earth-shattering roars.
"The Heretical Faction shall rise! The Buddha is supreme!"
"The Heretical Faction shall rise! The Buddha is supreme!"
Upon hearing this, the faces of the Righteous Path people grew even uglier.
Fushan Luo ignored A Cheng, who lay on the ground.
"Originally, I intended to kill all living beings of the Virtuous Path, but after all, Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life. You only need to swear to abandon the Bodhisattvas and pledge allegiance to the Buddha. You can still save your lives. What do you all think?"
Before he finished speaking, a cold glint suddenly attacked from behind his neck. The sharp sword energy cut Fushan Luo's dark hair. Just before his fine head was about to fly off, another cold glint appeared from the void, blocking this sudden attack.
The attacker was none other than Sect Leader Wang Da Xuan.
There is no one in the world who cannot be killed, only the Jie Qing Sect controls the underworld.
And the one who blocked the sneak attack was also a Jie Qing Sect member.
The Righteous Path Jie Qing Sect, the Heretical Faction Jie Qing Sect.
Good and evil are inherently twins, righteousness and wickedness have always been distinct.
Fushan Luo sneered, "It seems I was too pressing. Three days from now, it will be a matter of life and death. You all decide for yourselves!" After speaking, he flew to Bi Li's side, picked her up, and then abruptly retreated towards the sea.
Master Xin Ji shouted, "Don't let this fiend escape!"
At this moment, everyone disregarded the rules of the martial world, knowing that if Fushan Luo were allowed to escape this time, he could never be killed again. So they all attacked, and in an instant, the rampant qi energy directly sank the hundred-zhang large ship beneath their feet.
The strong fought fiercely on the sea surface.
The weak struggled to survive underwater.
Fushan Luo strolled leisurely amidst the storm-like qi energy.
A Cheng fell into the water, sinking little by little.
He looked at Bi Li.
She was on the water's surface, and across the undulating waves, he felt incredibly clear-headed.
From A Cheng's chest, blood mixed with a faint golden light drifted out little by little.
Bi Li gently took out an epiphyllum from her embrace; that was the sustenance A Cheng had given her.
The Shengdao epiphyllum, severing terror, reversing desires, turning illusions into reality.
...
His hometown, the lakeside where A Cheng and Bi Li first met.
The setting sun dipped low.
A Cheng clutched his chest, the bleeding had stopped. He took a stone tablet from his neck. A Cheng had said he wanted to drill a hole in it and hang it up. Now, on this stone tablet, there was not only a small hole with a red string threaded through it, but also a round hole the thickness of an index finger.
The stone tablet did not block the attack for A Cheng.
But what was inside the stone tablet came out.
The reincarnation of the Superior Reverends was A Cheng. The stone tablet stored his authority.
His mission was to select the successor of the Sacred Path, regulate good and evil, throw the wicked people from the Virtuous Path Star into the Black Sky Heretical Faction World, and guide the devoutly good people from the Evil Path Star to the Bright Righteous Dharma World.
As long as he accepted his past life, he would be the strongest person in the world.
Footsteps sounded from the forest.
It was Father.
His face was very calm, and he also held an epiphyllum in his hand.
"Father." A Cheng lowered his head.
Father snorted coldly, "I am not your Father; you are just an adopted child."
A Cheng looked up, staring at Father's face.
"Back then, your mother was a mountain ghost. Humans and mountain ghosts cannot have children. So we adopted you." Father's face showed a reminiscent smile, "You always caused trouble, but she was always on your side."
"Did Mother really die?"
"Yes."
"Father, have you been to the Shengdao Star before?"
Father pursed his lips and remained silent.
"That boy named Fushan Luo, I knew His dad. Alas, His dad was a good person, but he died too early. Otherwise, you and that boy might have become friends." Father sighed with some regret, "He's so much like His dad, but he's stronger than his own Father. Compared to him, you're nothing!"
A Cheng scratched his cheek.
"His dad was soft-hearted back then. Otherwise, in the last great battle between good and evil, they should have won. Originally, if only your mother had been killed, the dual stars' synchronization would not have been interrupted, and the Heretical Faction martial artists would have been able to suddenly arrive in the rear, just like now, and launch a pincer attack on the Righteous Path. However, he ultimately couldn't bring himself to do it."
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