I See the Aura of the Great Emperor in All My Disciples

Chapter 1788: Chapter 1788: Son of Buddha Reborn (3/3)

Waging war against the Xuanyuan Clan?

As the Holy Son, Ji Yang was naturally not so easily intimidated. Holding the Seven Treasures Seal, he chuckled lightly and said, ”Grudge? That depends on the circumstances. For us in the Seven Treasures Saint Sect, the primary task right now is to obtain the Sun and Moon Token.

And it’s obvious that your Xuanyuan Clan poses a greater threat than Ye Qiubai and his group. In such a situation, isn’t eliminating the Xuanyuan Clan first the better choice?”

Indeed.

It had to be said, this reasoning was quite sound.

Xuanyuan Ling’s expression was extremely grim. Although Ji Yang’s cultivation wasn’t yet on par with his, the sudden attack left him completely unguarded. The full-strength strike from the Seven Treasures Seal had displaced his Five Organs and Six Orifices.

Adding to this was Mu Fusheng’s lightning spear explosion, followed by relentless barrages of power formed by fusing various ancient divine thunderbolts, which were hurled at him without any restraint.

At this point, Xuanyuan Ling’s hair had been completely burned off, leaving him bald, even without eyebrows.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his aura was extremely feeble.

If not for using a trump card to forcefully break free and escape, he might indeed have perished here.

It wasn’t just Xuanyuan Ling—everyone from the Xuanyuan Clan, except for Xuanyuan Che, had been ambushed by the Seven Treasures Saint Sect.

All of them sustained varying degrees of injury.

The members of the Star Palace stood to the side. While they didn’t act immediately, their positioning indicated that they could launch an attack on the Xuanyuan Clan at any moment.

The Star Palace, after all, wasn’t as powerful as the Xuanyuan Clan. Under normal circumstances, they wouldn’t dare make a move unless absolutely necessary.

Seeing this scene, Xuanyuan Che sighed softly.

It seemed that capturing Ye Qiubai within the ruins might indeed be impossible.

All of this...

Xuanyuan Che looked towards Mu Fusheng. Although Mu Fusheng’s face was expressionless, his eyes carried a glimmer of foresight, as if everything had been meticulously calculated.

It seemed likely that this was all his arrangement.

Mu Fusheng... No wonder he could remain unscathed despite being targeted by the Seven Treasures Saint Sect.

When Xuanyuan Che shifted his gaze to Ye Qiubai, he noticed that Ye Qiubai’s previously feeble aura was recovering at an astonishing speed.

Xuanyuan Che let out a long sigh and said, ”The Xuanyuan Clan admits defeat this time.”

The disciples of the Xuanyuan Clan showed reluctance, but given the circumstances, they had no other choice.

The Seven Treasures Saint Sect’s members weren’t any weaker than them.

With them here, the Xuanyuan Clan could not accomplish their goals.

Ji Yang, however, laughed and said, ”What’s this? Losing the fight and now wanting to leave? I’m afraid it won’t be that easy.”

Xuanyuan Che replied calmly, ”If you truly wish to push this to the limit, we will be forced to fight to the death. At that point, your Seven Treasures Saint Sect won’t have the strength left to compete for the Sun and Moon Token either.”

Ji Yang frowned slightly.

He couldn’t deny that Xuanyuan Che was right. Even now, while heavily injured, there was no telling what kind of trump card Xuanyuan Che might have.

After all, Ji Yang himself carried a treasure bestowed by the Seven Treasures Saint Sect.

If a true life-and-death battle erupted, even if the Xuanyuan Clan were annihilated, the Seven Treasures Saint Sect would suffer devastating losses.

Ji Yang frowned slightly.

Yet... this was undoubtedly a perfect opportunity to eliminate the Xuanyuan Clan.

At that moment,

Mu Fusheng smiled and said, ”In that case, why don’t we each take a step back and end things here for now?”

Hearing this,

Ji Yang was momentarily stunned.

Letting this opportunity slip by was indeed regrettable.

If they waited for the Xuanyuan Clan’s direct lineage to recover, targeting them again would be far more difficult.

Xuanyuan Che looked at Mu Fusheng and nodded. ”I agree.”

Xuanyuan Ling and the others seemed on the verge of speaking but were silenced by a glance from Xuanyuan Che.

Seeing this, Ji Yang shrugged slightly and stowed away the Seven Treasures Seal.

As for the other factions that had been observing all along, they sighed inwardly, lamenting the loss of the potential spectacle.

They would have gladly watched these top factions weaken each other through mutual destruction.

After all, their participation would have significantly reduced others’ chances of obtaining the Sun and Moon Token.

At that moment, an elder appeared, sweeping his gaze over the crowd and saying flatly, ”It seems it’s over? Then let us proceed to the final trial.”

With that, he waved his hand.

Massive iron gates opened, revealing Grave Mountain.

Reiterating the rules previously explained on Xu Yeming’s side, the elder disappeared once again.

By this time, Ye Qiubai had fully recovered from his injuries. He stood, walked over to Mu Fusheng, and transmitted a message with a smile. ”Given your personality, you wouldn’t let this chance slip by when they’re at their weakest, would you?”

But before Mu Fusheng could respond,

Ye Qiubai continued, ”So, tell me—what trap did you set for them? Or have you already figured out your countermeasure?”

Mu Fusheng responded with a cryptic smile, clearly expecting his senior brother to guess his intentions. He smiled and said, ”You’ll know when the time comes... I can’t say it’s a sure thing, but causing part of the Xuanyuan Clan to lose their ability to fight is guaranteed.”

Hmm.

If Mu Fusheng claimed he lacked certainty, it practically meant a 100% guarantee for everyone else...

On Grave Mountain.

After entering, everyone was struck by the sight of rows of coffins lying before headstones. A bone-chilling cold surged from the ground into their bodies.

Grave Mountain was overflowing with graves, and the accumulated yin cold energy was shockingly intense.

Even Ye Qiubai and the others couldn’t find any way to stop it.

However, two places stood out as exceptions.

The first was Ning Chenxin, who relied solely on his Wisps of Confucian Dao qi to forcefully repel the yin cold energy.

The second was Mu Fusheng, who dispersed the chilling force with the overwhelming power of thunder.

The essence of Confucian Dao qi and the power of thunder naturally carried purifying properties, which were particularly effective against the cold energies birthed by deathly qi.

At the same time... elsewhere within the ruins, a bald man draped in a tattered gray robe ascended Grave Mountain with hands clasped together. Golden light encircled his body.

Within the golden radiance, a faint and ethereal Buddhist chant seemed to echo, cascading like a gentle stream and reverberating through the space.

The Buddhist light enshrouding the man rendered the yin cold energy powerless before him. As it approached, it dissolved upon contact with the light. ”He must be the Son of Buddha, correct? To think the Buddhist Sect has fallen, yet he still survives.” ”Indeed... And his cultivation is no less formidable than the heirs of those top aristocratic families!” ”But I’ve heard that the Son of Buddha usually stays detached from worldly matters, not even participating in secret realm struggles. Why would he come for the Sun and Moon Token this time?”

No one knew why the Son of Buddha had appeared here.

Nor did anyone know the realm he had reached.

But in this trial, the Son of Buddha advanced effortlessly, as if nothing could stand in his way.

The Son of Buddha ignored the gazes cast his way, his expression filled with compassion as he surveyed the entirety of Grave Mountain. Hands clasped together, he murmured, ”Amitabha Buddha... Even in death, they cannot rest, still tethered to their worldly burdens. Let me bring you release.”

If anyone else had spoken such words, they might have been dismissed as arrogant to the extreme.

But coming from the Son of Buddha, they carried a profound sense of pathos and empathy.

In the shadows, an elder observing this scene furrowed his brows and muttered, ”This generation’s Son of Buddha... to condense a Shariputra at such a young age and within this realm? It seems this era is not to be underestimated. No wonder that will chose him.”