Jiang Fan could hardly believe his eyes.
West Spirit Mountain turned out to be a corpse?
Yue Mingzhu’s eyes trembled and she asked, "Whose corpse is this? Why is there the pressure of a Saint?"
She tried to operate the Emperor’s Gaze Technique to observe the corpse’s fortune.
However, her Eye Technique could not operate in front of the corpse, as if an invisible force was obstructing it.
"Who else could it be?"
The Asura Saint Son stood with his hands behind his back, gazing indifferently at the face of the giant corpse: "Of course, it is the Boundary Master of the Dark Shura lineage from ten thousand years ago."
"If he doesn’t die, how could the Buddha validate his path?"
What?
Jiang Fan fell into shock, the Boundary Master of the Dark Shura lineage from ten thousand years ago?
Ten thousand years ago, not only did the Hell Realm lose the Yellow Springs and Tongyuan Realm Masters, but also a third Dark Shura boundary master fell?
But upon thinking carefully, Jiang Fan realized a problem.
After Tongyuan Realm Master’s fall, his boundary master qualification was acquired by the Other Shore Realm Master.
The boundary master qualification of Yellow Springs Realm Master still remained.
Whose boundary master qualification did the Buddha inherit?
It could only be that the third boundary master fell!
"Was he killed by the other boundary masters working together?" Jiang Fan stared at the Dark Shura corpse in shock.
At ten thousand years ago, it was the time node when the Dark Shura lineage rebelled. That rebellion brought a prehistoric catastrophe to the Hell Realm, and it was only natural that the other boundary masters joined forces to hunt him down.
The Asura Saint Son nodded and then shook his head: "Indeed, he was killed."
"But it wasn’t by the other boundary masters."
"It was by the Dao Slave."
Jiang Fan frowned.
Dao Slave? What is that?
But immediately, Jiang Fan shivered and said trembling, "Is it that forbidden existence feared by even Saints?"
The Asura Saint Son’s eyes finally flashed a trace of fear, nodding lightly:
"That’s him!"
"An abyssal existence dedicated to extinguishing Saints."
"Whenever a Saint appears in the world, the Dao Slave hunts them down relentlessly."
Yue Mingzhu swallowed softly, involuntarily clutching Jiang Fan’s arm, feeling an internal surge of fear.
She could hardly imagine that Saints themselves were creators ruling the world.
What kind of existence is dedicated to extinguishing Saints?
Could it be the legendary gods?
Jiang Fan took a deep breath, looking at the thousand-zhang corpse that had been dead for ten thousand years, feeling a deep sense of suffocation.
What is the end of the Martial Path?
A Dao Slave alone suppresses Saints into not daring to appear.
The Asura Saint Son said, "This is not our concern, let’s first explore the Buddha’s place of enlightenment."
"That old bald man created a Buddha Domain and also inherited the Dark Shura Boundary Master’s legacy; there are plenty of treasures."
Jiang Fan was moved.
His gaze scanned around and was immediately drawn to the hands of the Asura Realm Master.
The Asura Realm Master sat cross-legged, with both palms placed before his abdomen, and his palms facing upwards.
There seemed to be something in the palms.
He cautiously used Instantaneous Movement beside the palms, only to find that the palms, dozens of fathoms wide and long, had been made into a lecture hall.
At the center was a golden Puduan, surrounded by eighty-one white Puduan.
It must have been where the Buddha once preached.
The golden Puduan faintly retained the aura of Buddha, but that was not the key.
Jiang Fan’s pupils narrowed as he discovered that beneath the golden Puduan, a corner of scripture was exposed.
His heart suddenly raced; it was the scripture of Buddha’s preaching!
The "Prison Suppressing Soul Scripture" created by the Buddha when he was a Great Bodhisattva helped him validate the Buddha Realm.
The later-formed Buddhist scriptures must be even more extraordinary?
He instinctively wanted to run over but, thinking twice, forcibly restrained himself.