CHAPTER 353: CHAPTER 324: CENTURY-LONG SCHEME!

"You’re not dead? How is that possible? Demon Buddha himself confirmed your death."

Staring at Gao Tianxiong, who had returned from the dead and made his dramatic and imposing entrance, the six sovereigns’ minds buzzed, fear filled their eyes, and they all began to doubt whether they were dreaming.

A man who had been dead for several years had suddenly come back to life.

Could it be... the news of his death that had been spread before was all a sham?!

The appearance of Gao Tianxiong shocked everyone present.

Not just the Demonic Evil Cultivators, but also the Human Race.

Among them, Yu Xiu wore the ugliest expression.

After Gao Tianxiong’s demise, the Great Profound Royal Family attempted to regain control of Dianchuan Province and directed the Wu Family to take over.

This series of maneuvers was known to, and tacitly approved by, the ten great Sects and Families of Dianchuan Province, as well as the three hidden sects.

After all, Dianchuan was a vast province and couldn’t be without a leader.

And now, Dianchuan Province was a hot potato; everyone was happy to have someone else manage it.

However, the trouble was that he, in order to secure more resources for Star Mansion Sea Cliff and nurture the next Cliff Master, had chosen to side with the Crown Prince.

In support of the Wu Family taking over Dianchuan, he had dispatched a large amount of manpower and resources to assist from the sidelines.

If things had gone smoothly, this investment would have returned a hundredfold, even a thousandfold.

But now... the investment had turned into chains that claimed his life.

With Gao Tianxiong’s resurrection, he would surely retake control of Dianchuan. And he, who had "betrayed" the Gao Family at a crucial moment, would face an extremely brutal reckoning.

In an instant, Yu Xiu’s eyes became dim.

One wrong move and the whole game is lost!

Even if he wanted to retract his moves now, it was already too late.

"No, this man did indeed die. This is just a thread of his Primordial Spirit Idea, nothing but a bluff," came a calm, indifferent voice amidst the crowd’s astonishment. A Spirit of Night Travel had spoken, his voice echoing between heaven and earth.

"Primordial Spirit Idea?"

Hearing what the Spirit of Night Travel said, the tense expressions on the faces of the six sovereigns relaxed slightly.

An Outer Realm Evil God was on par with the Primordial Spirit Realm.

If this Gao Tianxiong before them was truly just a thread of a Primordial Spirit Idea trying to bluff them, then naturally, he couldn’t fool the Dharma Eye of the Spirit of Night Travel.

And Yu Xiu, upon hearing this, felt a glimmer of light return to his previously dim eyes.

"Heh, you Outer Realm fiends do have some insight. But so what if it’s just a Primordial Spirit Idea? Believe it or not, I can crush you to death with just one finger." His identity exposed by the Spirit of Night Travel, Gao Tianxiong, whose figure seemed to tower imposingly, gave a faint smile. He slowly extended one finger and tauntingly shook it at this Outer Realm Evil God.

"I don’t believe it."

With a cold laugh, the Spirit of Night Travel who had spoken took a measured step forward. "I’m standing right here. Let’s see you crush me with one finger!"

"Fine. Then I, the Festival Envoy, will fulfill your wish."

Before the words of the Spirit of Night Travel had fallen, the Dianchuan Festival Envoy suddenly made his move.

The air instantly solidified; even the sound of breathing seemed to be swallowed by the heavy atmosphere.

Before the Spirit of Night Travel’s eyes, the world lost all its colors, leaving only the gigantic shadow cast by this finger. It was like a mighty mountain peak, or a jade pillar piercing the sky, standing in his world, eclipsing all the stars.

The darkness was squeezed by this finger, finding nowhere to escape.

An indescribable pressure descended from the sky, as if the weight of the entire world had converged on this single point, ready to obliterate him completely.

Waves of terror erupted in the heart of the Spirit of Night Travel, his heartbeat deafening in his own ears; fear and despair interwove into a silent lament.

"You..."

He only managed to utter half a word. Suddenly, the Spirit of Night Travel froze stiff. Cracks began to appear all over his body, accompanied by continuous CRACKING sounds. Before everyone’s watchful eyes, this Outer Realm Evil God catastrophically shattered into countless fragments.

"What?!"

Everyone watched in shock as Gao Tianxiong merely extended one finger, and the Spirit of Night Travel opposing him truly crumbled into pieces and dissipated in an instant.

In that instant, the horrified shock on everyone’s faces was a hundred times more intense than when this Dianchuan Festival Envoy had first appeared!

What damned Primordial Spirit Idea!

This was the damn genuine Dianchuan Festival Envoy, Gao Tianxiong!

He killed a Spirit of Night Travel with just one finger.

Is this the power of the Dianchuan Festival Envoy?!

With no more delusions of luck in their hearts, the six sovereigns instinctively turned their heads, as if to call out to a hidden presence deep within the Demonic Wave.

"De..."

The Red Stream Sovereign, the first to speak, couldn’t even get the word out. A blood-red Buddha Bead suddenly shot out and, BANG!, it blasted his head apart.

Demon Buddha Xing E, hands joined in prayer, feet stepping on a black lotus, and with an expression as calm as still water, slowly emerged from the depths of the Demonic Wave. With a flip of his palm, the Buddha Bead that had shattered the Red Stream Sovereign’s head eerily flew back to him.

"So panicked and flustered. What a disgrace!"

With eyes like dead embers, Xing E’s gaze swept over the five remaining sovereigns. They all lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound. What a close call! they thought. Thankfully, it wasn’t me who shouted.

And the Red Stream Sovereign, whose head had been restored, dared not utter any complaints. He merely grimaced and silently moved to the back.

Coming to stand before Gao Tianxiong, Xing E gazed at the resurrected Dianchuan Festival Envoy. His eyes were indifferent, yet held a calm that seemed to penetrate the essence of all things.

"The Buddha is merciful. I am Xing E, greeting the three esteemed Festival Envoys," Xing E spoke softly, his hands joined together.

But as soon as he spoke, everyone was confused, their faces marked with question marks.

Three? Had the Demon Buddha gone blind?

"Hahaha, worthy of being Ling Mountain Temple’s most outstanding disciple. Had you not abandoned Buddha to follow the demons, perhaps you would be the abbot of Ling Mountain Temple today."