Chapter 594: Chapter 278: Yin Yang Blood, Horizontal Bone_2

“This is the magic skill of the Suffering Faction. My incense flames have started burning anew.”

“The Buddha Country is eternal. We only ask for the Buddha to lead us into the nine levels of incense.”

The two had already exhibited the fanatical devotion that only true believers would display, their divine souls kneeling like worshippers before a Buddha enwrapped in fierce flames.

Daluo Tian and Wuxiang Prison watched the Saint Heir and Saintess with satisfaction, subtly perceiving an invisible leash tightening around their necks.

“As long as someone is human, they will have desires. Whoever fulfills their desires becomes their master.”

“Let’s hope the Saint Heir and Saintess prove to be loyal dogs with a proper bite.” The two of Wuxiang Prison exchanged thoughts through the Netherworld Stone…

Powerful eight-level devotees of incense pledged their allegiance to Daluo Tian and Wuxiang Prison. As the Saint Heir and Saintess’s incense flames ascended, the gathering grew jubilant. Suddenly, the sound of enraged footsteps echoed into the stone cave.

The newcomers were the Copper Coin Priest leaning upon a cane, the White Deer Priest clad in deer skin, and the Bright Moon Priest, who had just finished officiating the Ancient Clan moon-worship ceremony.

There were once five priests of the Ancient Clan. Twenty-three years ago, after the Yumen High Priest vanished without a trace, only four remained.

The White Deer Priest raised the deer antlers he held and interrogated Daluo Tian: “The Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree’s dream is not mere fantasy; it is reality, isn’t it? Three hundred years ago, you massacred the Tree Clan and enslaved the surviving clansmen in this Forbidden Land.”

“Daluo Tian, Wuxiang Prison, Wansese Realm—aren’t the three of you supposed ancestral figures ruling over our clan akin to a Three-headed Stone Buddha?”

“Even if I call you Ancestors one last time, give our people an explanation.”

With every strike of the Copper Coin Priest’s cane upon the ground, a deep thudding sound resonated, and his old, bark-like face quivered heavily in anger.

“What other vile dreams have you concocted to come into the stone cave and confront your ancestors?”

Daluo Tian understood exactly what was happening. From the information returned through Wansese Realm, he knew that Peng Sheng had resurrected, and the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree had regrown back to the surface.

Three hundred years ago, during the pivotal moment in Peng Town’s transformation into a Forbidden Land, the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree emanated peach blossoms that scattered into the Forbidden Land.

These peach blossoms caused the clansmen to generate dreams, dreaming of the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree, dreaming of their clansmen playing joyfully beneath the Ancestor Tree.

Now that the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree had regrown to the ground, its strengthened powers evidently signified something: it could provide the clansmen trapped in the Forbidden Land a dream far more lifelike and comprehensive.

This was why the three priests had united to confront Daluo Tian and Wuxiang Prison.

Daluo Tian remained outwardly calm as he quietly condensed a “Buddha Country Seal” in his hand and launched it at the three priests to further bind their minds.

The seal inflicted numbness upon the expressions of the Copper Coin Priest and the White Deer Priest, while the Moon Wheel Tattoo on the Bright Moon Priest’s chest suddenly illuminated, flying out from his body and slowly rotating.

As the moon wheel spun, sticky white threads emanated, wrapping around the seals and pulling them tight.

“Wuxiang Prison, Daluo Tian—this is how you’ve been controlling the clanspeople all along?”

The seal proved ineffective against the Bright Moon Priest. Wuxiang Prison tilted its infant-like head and sneered, “Bright Moon, Daluo Tian and I never expected that among the five priests, you would be the second to ascend to the eighth incense level. Your Bright Moon Tattoo already possesses Divine Method and the Power of Nature, capable of entangling even our seals.”

“What a pity, what a pity, that an eighth-level priest shall perish in this place.”

Daluo Tian uttered a pretentious sigh before signaling with his eyes to the Saint Heir and Saintess.

The Saint Heir and Saintess donned their black robes once more and approached the Bright Moon Priest.

“Moon wheel, descend!”

The Bright Moon Priest showed no fear. He extended his arms in a gesture to lift the moon, then exerted all his strength, his muscles bulging with tension.

When he reached his limit, the Bright Moon Priest suddenly plunged his arms downward, sending the bright moon wheel hurtling toward the Saint Heir and Saintess.

The Saint Heir and Saintess smirked, “A mere bright moon—how could it ever compete with a fierce sun?”

Their four hands simultaneously ignited Dao Yan Flames, four streaks of fire ascending high. As the four streams of fire merged, they formed a miniature scorching sun.

The Saintess tilted her head upward and gently blew air toward the fiery sun. Despite the delicate breath, it exerted immense force.

The blazing sun, as if inflated, grew larger and fuller with each exhale.

Its increased size brought an even more intense burn, visibly eroding the bright moon into nothingness, shrinking it with every passing moment.

When the bright moon had completely vanished into void, the Bright Moon Priest recognized that the situation was hopeless. He refused to compromise or flee, waiting silently for death.

“Wait.”

Daluo Tian halted the Saintess’s fierce sun and addressed the Bright Moon Priest: “If you let me plant the seal within you, I will spare your life.”

An eighth-level priest was a rare prize that Daluo Tian urgently sought to win over.

“Our clanspeople are mere fools, enslaved by swine and dogs like you for three hundred years. But we have never been ones to crave life or fear death…”

Boom!

The fierce sun descended, reducing the Bright Moon Priest to a charred corpse.

“What a waste, what a waste. High incense flames, yet utterly devoid of a sensible mind.”

Daluo Tian vented his frustration by pounding Peng Sheng’s remains.

With the Bright Moon Priest dead, seals were successfully planted on the Copper Coin Priest and the White Deer Priest.

Both of them opened their eyes simultaneously, noticing the Bright Moon Priest’s bones lying on the ground, asking, “Ancestor, this is…”

“The Bright Moon Priest, having ascended to the eighth incense level, defied those above him and was struck down by the Ancient Clan guest envoys—the Saint Heir and Saintess. You two, dispose of his remains.”

“Understood.”

Under the influence of the Buddha Country Seal, the Copper Coin Priest and the White Deer Priest resumed their former loyal demeanor, taking the bones away.

Once they had left, Wuxiang Prison addressed the Saint Heir and Saintess: “You two are now at the level of eight incense, aspiring toward nine. Though barely a step away from the ninth level, that step is exceedingly difficult to cross. From now on, attend the Buddha Fire ceremony once a week, gradually gaining insight. It will only take a few years before you inevitably ascend to the ninth incense.”