Chapter 1826: Chapter 1867: West Spirit Mountain

The Asura Empress finally understood that Jiang Fan was testing the effect of this chain on her.

She was so furious that her chest heaved with rage and embarrassment, shouting:

"Jiang Fan! If I ever trust you again, I’m a dog!"

How could she have believed that there was any good thing Jiang Fan could offer her? Had her brain taken in several pounds of water?

Cough, cough!

Jiang Fan quickly unlocked the collar and said: "Sister Empress, don’t be mad. This Hell Abyss Crystal is my token of goodwill."

The Asura Empress glanced at it and said surprised:

"You’re a Human Clan member; how is it that you’re covered with treasures from my Asura Clan?"

"Alright, it happens that my Qin’er needs this item, so I’ll forgive you."

Immediately, she held the Hell Abyss Crystal with a beaming smile and returned to the Space Mirror, then dutifully tied herself up.

"Mom, why do you seem happier with each passing day?"

Qin’er looked puzzled. When she first arrived, her mother was pretending to faint out of embarrassment.

She wasn’t sure when her mother started to quite enjoy this situation.

"Take it and shut your mouth!" The Asura Empress tossed the Hell Abyss Crystal to her.

Qin’er, upon seeing it, exclaimed excitedly: "Wow, it’s a Hell Abyss Crystal!"

"There are only a few left in the Heavenly Realm, and I didn’t even have a chance to use one."

"Mom, where did you get it from?"

The Asura Empress said: "That little brat Jiang Fan gave it to me."

Qin’er smiled brightly: "Mom, you’d better listen to him more and get a few more of these."

"That way, achieving my Five Crown King title will be within reach."

The Asura Empress rolled her eyes at her—what a filial daughter!

Outside.

"Since the chain is fine, let the Blood Worm enter your body, so we can both rest easy."

Without hesitation, under the watchful gaze of the Asura Holy Son, Jiang Fan pressed the nail-like worm into his chest.

The Asura Holy Son’s gaze followed the Blood Worm, seeing it burrow into Jiang Fan’s five Divinity Transformation Altars in his abdomen, finally relaxing.

A barely noticeable cold smile curled up at the corners of his mouth.

"Jiang Fan, oh Jiang Fan, you have no idea about the power of the Blood Worm of the Bloodthirsty Shura Clan."

"As soon as I activate it, your body will be completely under my control."

"By then, if I want you to take out the chain, you have to take it out. Dreaming of threatening me with the chain? Haha, naive!"

He masked his change of expression and said: "Time is of the essence, let’s move quickly."

With that said, he used Instantaneous Movement to lead the way.

Jiang Fan held Yue Mingzhu’s hand and swiftly followed.

His only purpose in following the Asura Holy Son was to prevent him from obtaining the Prison Suppressing Soul Scripture.

Of course, if he came across treasures of the Buddha, he wouldn’t mind safeguarding them for the Buddha either.

After all, they’re all Central Earth people; there’s no need for formality.

Not long after.

A giant golden mountain stretched across the western horizon.

Infinite Buddha Light softly emanated from it, bathing the world in a golden hue.

A peaceful and holy atmosphere, completely opposite from the gloomy Hell Realm.

And around the golden mountain, several waves of the Giant Emperor and Buddha Venerate surged out like tsunamis, creating chaos in their wake.

The battle between the Ancient Giants and the monks spilled over in all directions.

The Buddha Domain centered around the golden mountain had plunged into endless chaos.

The Asura Holy Son, with his hands behind his back, said: "There lies the Buddha’s dojo, West Spirit Mountain."

"Usually, it is guarded by eighteen Buddha Venerates and one thousand and eight Bodhisattvas, unshakable."

"Now is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity to enter."

How many?

Eighteen Buddha Venerates, one thousand and eight Bodhisattvas?

Jiang Fan’s scalp tingled!

The combat power of the Buddha Domain is equivalent to the entire Central Earth’s combined strength!

And there are nine similar regions in the Hell Realm in total!

The strength of the Hell Realm became fully manifest at this moment.

But this is also good.

Once the Peace Monument activates, the freed Buddha Venerates will besiege the Asura Holy Son. If not dead, he’d be severely injured.

Having said that, the Asura Holy Son swept his large sleeve, using the Power of the Sage to envelop the two of them, transforming illusion to reality, and charged towards West Spirit Mountain.

But as they reached the golden mountain, a sudden burst of blinding Buddha Light erupted, revealing a giant swastika encompassing West Spirit Mountain, blocking them outside.

The Asura Holy Son staggered into view, snorting softly: "I knew West Spirit Mountain had a Mountain Protection Buddha Array, but good thing I came prepared!"

He raised his palm to grab something, revealing a small black flag in his hand.

On the flag surface were twisted Human Clan faces, either crying, wailing, or filled with hatred, as if trapped within, unable to be freed.

Jiang Fan glanced once and felt a chill in his eyes.

He recognized them; they were the Wretched Souls of the Dead Demon Cultivators from the Great Wilderness State!

Previously, on the Great Wilderness State battlefield, the Asura Holy Son had captured all the remnant souls, at that time, Jiang Fan didn’t know his intentions.

Only now did he realize he had made two plans.

If he couldn’t get the Prison Suppressing Soul Scripture from Jiang Fan, he’d make an attempt at West Spirit Mountain in the Hell Realm.

Therefore, he had early on collected the remnant souls to refine this banner to break the Buddha Formation.

Seemingly sensing Jiang Fan’s stare, the Asura Holy Son smiled nonchalantly:

"Just some remnant souls lingering in the world; they’ve even lost the ability to possess and cultivate again."

"Rather than waste, it’s better to become my Evil Soul Banner."

"Stand back, don’t get hurt by this banner!"

He rubbed his palms together, unleashing countless black evil souls from the small banner, surging toward the swastika seal in front.

The seemingly invincible Buddha Formation, capable of easily stopping the Asura Emperor, was corroded by the evil souls into a massive gap.

"Haha, isn’t this solved?"

The Asura Holy Son casually threw the banner aside.

Jiang Fan hurriedly caught the banner, waved it towards the sky, gathering all the remnant souls inside, and then silently recited the Prison Suppressing Soul Scripture.

As the sutra unfolded, they were all delivered, their grievances lifted, transforming into pure phantoms bowing to Jiang Fan as they departed.

A small feather of merit descended, settling into Jiang Fan’s embrace.

Noticing this scene, the Asura Holy Son shook his head slightly:

"A human’s life seems long, but in the river of time, it’s merely a fleeting wave, quickly vanishing."

"To establish an eternal empire and cultivate an everlasting aspiration, one must abandon everything and focus solely ahead."

"Family ties, friendships, and homeland, all will become fetters of the heart, impeding the path forward."

Jiang Fan opened his eyes, glanced sideways at him, and said: "Are you lecturing me?"

The Asura Holy Son shrugged: "I’m merely stating my own path."

"Anyone or anything hindering my progress will be crushed beneath my feet!"

"Later, you better not ruin my plans."

He cast a meaningful glance at Jiang Fan before leading the way into West Spirit Mountain.

Jiang Fan stared at his retreating figure for a moment before following with Yue Mingzhu in tow.

As soon as they entered, they were bathed in rich, soft Buddha Light, their hearts instantly filled with peace, all troubles forgotten.

Past grudges, present wishes, all vanished into thin air.

Even as strong as the Asura Holy Son couldn’t help but press his hands together and bow reverently towards the golden mountain.

However, he quickly snapped back, snorting heavily through his nose: "The Buddhism always loves to play with this!"

He tapped on the pouch at his waist, letting out vast streams of Mysterious Demon Liquid, forming three umbrellas, each sheltering one of them.

Instantly, the influence of the Buddhist charm dissipated.

The golden mountain, enveloped in Buddha Light, finally revealed its true form.

At first glance, Jiang Fan’s pupils trembled violently.

Because what he thought was a golden mountain was not a mountain at all.

But a colossal corpse, towering a thousand feet and radiating the pressure of a Saint!

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