N-M Chapter 110 At the Foot of Mount Ling
Chapter 110 At the Foot of Mount Ling
Yun Chen stood above the highest mountain in Western Europe.
Below are the snow-covered Alps.
Just as Yun Chen was about to return to Xia Kingdom, he saw three blood-red beams of light flash by from the Alps, heading east at great speed!
Yun Chen frowned slightly, startled.
That was a demon with three Nascent Soul stage cultivators around the Great Perfection level, carrying a strange aura!
They unleashed some kind of powerful secret technique, moving at an incredible speed, surpassing even the fastest fighter jets in the mortal world. Clad in towering crimson light, they flew eastward at an altitude of 100,000 meters.
At this moment, a faint energy fluctuation came from the mountains below, which made Yun Chen frown slightly.
He landed at the foot of the mountain.
The Alps, also known as Lingshan in ancient Chinese records, are the place where Lion Camel Ridge at the foot of Lingshan is located.
On the surface, this mountain range appears tall and majestic, stretching for thousands of miles, with wind and snow, cliffs and precipices, making it extremely dangerous and difficult for ordinary people to climb. In reality, however, it holds a secret, concealing another world within.
As the clouds settled on the snow, it was immediately apparent that within the towering mountain lay a vast space, with invisible magic arrays forming on all sides of the mountain, creating a formidable barrier.
He spread his hands apart, ignoring all the magic arrays, and his figure directly entered the space inside the mountain.
The sight that came into view made his face darken.
The space was filled with white bones and rivers of blood, and a strong stench of blood wafted towards you.
"The bloodline of the Xia people?"
Yun Chen clenched his fist. He could tell that the blood energy floating in the air was actually the blood of the Xia people.
This cave is incredibly huge, about four or five hundred meters high, as if the entire Alps had been hollowed out.
Deep within the cave, three towering thrones stood, each twenty or thirty meters high, forged from blood and countless bones—bones belonging to cultivators from the Xia Kingdom throughout history.
Yun Chen sensed a strange aura, just like the one he had killed in the Western Kunlun Secret Realm.
Is there still any sign of life here?
Yun Chen's divine sense swept across the cave and found a living person deep inside. This was a Nascent Soul cultivator who was not only imprisoned deep in the dungeon, but also tied to a thick stone pillar. His life force was weak and his body was covered in blood.
He was a true Xia Dynasty person.
Several enormous chains, shimmering with runes, bound the person to the stone pillar. Each chain was enchanted, its magical power imprisoned, making it impossible for the person to break free.
In the dungeon next to this one, several Nascent Soul cultivators were still bound to the stone pillars. They had died not long ago; some had turned into skeletons, and others had become dried corpses.
Yun Chen stepped into the dungeon and with a gentle wave of his hand, all the chains turned into powder and scattered on the ground, freeing the only surviving cultivator.
The man woke up, opened his eyes, and looked at Yun Chen. Upon seeing his youthful appearance, he was immediately filled with wariness: "You are…"
Yun Chen asked, "What happened?"
This was a middle-aged man, dressed in a black robe, his black hair stained with a lot of blood, and his body covered in wounds.
The middle-aged man quickly circulated his cultivation to restore himself, and waves of magical power emanated from his body as he healed his injuries.
He looked at the dungeons beside him, his face filled with grief. Those were his comrades who had fought their way here with him, all of whom had died tragically. Now, only he remained alive.
Just then, the entire cave shook, and a blinding golden light suddenly appeared in the space outside the dungeon.
Then, a majestic voice rang out, carrying with it auspicious chants like the tolling of bells: "Fellow Daoist, you have entered my Daoist temple without uttering a sound. Isn't that rather impolite?"
Immediately, the middle-aged cultivator cried out in terror, "Oh no, fellow Daoist, you are no match for him! Get out of here quickly!"
Yun Chen sensed a strange, demonic aura.
He led the middle-aged man back to the underground space they had just been in, which was now enveloped in a dense golden light!
Although it shone with golden light, dazzling and brilliant, Yun Chen sensed an extremely strong demonic aura.
The entire underground space was filled with a vast expanse of golden light, like the light of Buddha, enveloping every corner and being extremely dazzling.
Yun Chen felt no pressure as he saw a giant golden lotus floating in the light, with a huge figure sitting on it—a demon at the Nascent Soul stage.
The middle-aged cultivator was shocked, his face darkening and becoming grave, filled with despair. He hurriedly reminded Yun Chen, "Fellow Daoist, this guy is at the Nascent Soul stage! If you don't leave now, it'll be too late!!"
As the light gradually faded, the figure sitting on the giant golden lotus appeared. Yun Chen was very surprised because this guy looked a lot like the Buddha in Western legends.
He was six zhang tall, obese and huge, with his chest exposed and flesh exposed. He wore a golden Buddhist robe, his head was covered with dense hemorrhoids, his eyes were narrowed to slits, and his fleshy face looked smiling.
Yun Chen asked the middle-aged cultivator, "Who is this guy?"
The middle-aged cultivator was pale-faced, his eyes trembling: "He is the Buddha of the so-called Western Paradise, named Shakyamuni, a great demon at the Nascent Soul stage, and he also has three demons under his command..."
At this point, he suddenly remembered something, his face turning panicked, and he said to Yun Chen, "This is bad, fellow Daoist, the three demons under the Buddha's seat have already headed to Xia Kingdom. War is imminent, and they will reappear to wreak havoc on the Chinese immortal race."
Yun Chen recalled the three streaks of blood he had just seen.
On the golden lotus platform, the enormous, obese Buddha moved, its eyes slightly opening, its gaze sharp and piercing Yun Chen: "Fellow Daoist, your uninvited arrival is truly impolite. Even if you came from the East seeking the true scriptures, you should have performed three prostrations and nine kowtows, enduring eighty-one tribulations, before you could even see me!"
His gaze was filled with intense killing intent.
Yun Chen ignored him and instead looked at the terrified middle-aged cultivator: "Tell me, what exactly happened here? Why are so many Chinese cultivators dying here?"
The middle-aged cultivator, unaware of Yun Chen's power, said after feeling the Buddha's oppressive aura, "Fellow Daoist, they are the culprits who persecuted our Chinese Immortal Clan. Many of our descendants were eaten by them."
"The various immortal realms have sent numerous powerful figures to annihilate them, but none of them are a match. So many of our fellow Daoists have perished here, and we too will face the same fate today. Fellow Daoist, you shouldn't have come! His three great demons have already headed for the Xia Kingdom, and I fear the ancestral lands of the Xia Kingdom are about to suffer!"
In the end, the middle-aged man's face was filled with despair.
In the air, the obese Buddha was slightly surprised, not expecting that his pressure would have no effect on this Chinese cultivator.
Yun Chen frowned slightly after hearing this.
He slapped out and pushed her sideways!
"What?!"
The Buddha was shocked. He never expected that the opponent's strength was hidden so deeply and was beyond comprehension. His expression changed drastically, and he struck out with a palm from a distance, colliding with Yun Chen!
But it was all in vain!
Yun Chen slapped down, and with a loud bang, all the light disappeared, the golden lotus platform exploded, turning into golden powder all over the sky, and the body of the Nascent Soul stage Buddha also shattered inch by inch, turning into golden light.
"What right does an incarnation have to lecture me here!"
Yun Chen had already noticed it.
This Buddha demon is merely an incarnation.
Beside him, the middle-aged cultivator was stunned. Such a powerful Buddha was instantly killed just like that?
The middle-aged cultivator, realizing what was happening, was greatly alarmed and quickly clasped his hands in greeting: "My name is Fu Luo, greetings, Senior!"
Yun Chen nodded, and a wisp of immortal energy overflowed, enveloping the man and instantly restoring him to his peak condition.
Fu Luo nodded quickly, "Thank you, senior!"
His eyes shone brightly. The powerful force sent by the Xia Kingdom's ancestral land has arrived. They will surely be able to deal with these Western demons!
Yun Chen slapped out again, and the three huge skull thrones exploded into dust and burned to ashes.