Time passed, and the situation within the Ancient World grew increasingly tense.

Even though Chen Qingyuan and his companions stayed on the barren star, they occasionally heard some commotion.

“Sixteen people from the Seven Cauldron Sacred Ground ventured into an ancient inheritance site and were completely annihilated.”

“The Sword Disciple from Dongli clashed with the Holy Son of Shangling Observatory at the Mo Bai Mountain Range. After over 3,600 rounds, the Holy Son of Shangling Observatory conceded, admitting defeat by half a move.”

“Su Xingyun from Penglai Manor went berserk, defeating the Heaven’s Pride of various Sacred Grounds one after another. It’s said that a group of spirit pets from the Beast Taming Sect were slapped one by one, so frightened they didn’t dare to roar again.”

The fierce competition and numerous crises led to a significant increase in casualties.

Years later, Su Xingyun found out about Chen Qingyuan’s whereabouts and crossed the Star Domain to come straight for him.

On his way, if he encountered anything that annoyed him, he would slap it without a second thought, acting extremely arrogant.

It was clear that he had lost his mind.

And it was no minor affliction.

In his deranged state, Su Xingyun was nearly unbeatable among his peers. Many Holy Sons and Holy Daughters from the Imperial Province couldn’t match him. The most frustrating part was that he never reasoned with anyone; his approach was summed up in one word—fight.

“Finally found you.”

Su Xingyun arrived, dressed in dark black clothes, looking very much like a crazed Zhangsun Fengye. His smile was wicked, his eyes carried a hint of malice, and his entire being exuded a hostile aura.

“This guy doesn’t look right.”

Chen Qingyuan and his companions noticed Su Xingyun, glanced at him a few times, and felt uneasy.

“Hey!” Su Xingyun arrogantly called out, “Chen Qingyuan, come fight me!”

“I refuse.”

Chen Qingyuan shook his head without hesitation.

Fighting a madman with no tangible benefit? There was no need.

“It’s not up to you.”

Su Xingyun intended to force Chen Qingyuan to fight, preparing to make a move.

At this moment, Daochen Buddha’s child, who had been sitting cross-legged and chanting, opened his eyes, frowned slightly, and slowly stood up, pressing his palms together. “Donor, your hostility is too strong; this is not good.”

If Zhangsun Fengye’s second personality could be self-controlled, then Su Xingyun’s madness was completely uncontrollable. His actions were reckless, even harming his own people.

In the Buddha’s eyes, such a person was no different from a demon, with innocent blood on his hands.

Zhangsun Fengye danced with demons but could control himself.

Su Xingyun, however, had become a demon, filled with hostility.

The Buddha unconsciously activated a Buddhist Supernatural Power, forming a faint golden image of an ancient Buddha with closed eyes behind him.

“You damn bald donkey, this has nothing to do with you. Get lost.”

Su Xingyun, who hated the Buddha’s child bathed in Buddhist light, showed a look of disgust and shouted loudly.

Hearing this, everyone couldn’t help but admire Su Xingyun.

Dao Friend, you are truly brave!

Chen Qingyuan and his companions had been with the Buddha’s child for a long time. Though they had never sparred, they knew the Buddha’s child’s strength was unfathomable, likely beyond the range of their peers.

“Donor, please listen to me. Do not amplify the evil in your heart. Stay true to yourself and find peace.”

Daochen Buddha’s child continued to persuade, his words imbued with traces of Buddhist sound, echoing in the Void.

“So annoying!”

Su Xingyun’s ears hurt from listening, and he punched out without hesitation. “Get lost!”

Boom—

A loud explosion, and the Void collapsed.

However, it wasn’t the place where the Buddha’s child stood, but where Su Xingyun was.

At the moment Su Xingyun made his move, Daochen Buddha’s child uttered a Buddhist chant: “Om…”

The Buddhist sound shattered Su Xingyun’s attack and sealed off a large area of the Void ahead.

Immediately, a massive golden “卍” symbol appeared above Su Xingyun’s head, radiating golden light and supreme Buddhist authority, seemingly capable of expelling all impurities and subduing countless demons.

Boom—

Su Xingyun’s body sank rapidly, causing the ground to cave in, revealing a deep pit with a diameter of a hundred miles.

The “卍” Buddhist seal pressed down on Su Xingyun’s head, making it difficult for him to move.

After a moment of stalemate, Su Xingyun relied on his own strength to forcibly break free from the Buddhist restraint, charging forward with murderous intent.

“Amitabha.”

Daochen Buddha’s child lowered his gaze and then suddenly raised his head, waving his right hand.

In an instant, a transparent giant palm struck out, as fast as lightning, slamming the charging Su Xingyun back to the ground.

Rumble—

The earth shook, and boulders rolled.

If the Buddha’s child hadn’t intentionally protected the barren mountain beneath them, it would have long since collapsed.

“Donor, you are possessed.”

The Buddha’s voice drilled into Su Xingyun’s ears, causing him immense pain and eliciting cries of agony.

Su Xingyun refused to bow his head, his blood-red eyes terrifying.

Each suppression only brought about more ferocious attacks from Su Xingyun.

Thus, the Buddha no longer held back.

Bang, bang, bang—

Dozens of moves in succession broke Su Xingyun’s divine weapon power, flattened his Dao Technique might, leaving him with no ability to resist.

The scene shifted to Su Xingyun lying in the deep pit, his chest heaving, blood continuously spilling from his mouth, his clothes tattered, and his body wrapped in strands of Buddhist scripture, trembling occasionally.

From beginning to end, Su Xingyun was suppressed by Daochen Buddha’s child, the gap in their strength as vast as the difference between clouds and mud.

It was known that Su Xingyun could make many evildoers in the Imperial Province avoid him.

This showed that the Buddha’s child’s abilities were so high they could dominate his peers, standing alone at the top.

“Donor, are you awake now?”

The Buddha descended from the sky, landing beside Su Xingyun, his expression calm, his entire being bathed in Buddhist light.

“Awake… awake.”

Su Xingyun’s voice trembled slightly as he hurriedly replied.

The once insanely deranged Su Xingyun had now regained his senses, fully aware of how terrifying the monk before him was. If given another chance, he would never come looking for trouble again.

“This is a superior Buddhist scripture. Regular recitation has the effect of calming the mind and expelling demons.”

When he made his move earlier, the Buddha had actually harbored killing intent because Su Xingyun was filled with too much hostility and had too much blood on his hands. However, as the fight went on, the Buddha discovered that Su Xingyun surprisingly possessed considerable merit, which changed his mind.

Su Xingyun was sometimes a great benefactor, helping the poor escape suffering, carrying manure and chopping wood for old ladies, and so on.

In short, he was an extremely contradictory person, born with an illness!

The Buddha lifted the Buddhist seal on Su Xingyun, restoring his ability to move.

Su Xingyun cautiously accepted the Buddhist scripture, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

“Doing good deeds will not harm you, Donor.”

The Buddha sincerely advised.

Whoosh!

After a moment of stiffness, Su Xingyun turned and left. The events of today would be remembered for a lifetime, not out of resentment, but out of deep reverence and fear for the Buddha’s child from the Eastern Land.

“This…”

At the top of the barren mountain, Chen Qingyuan and his companions were stunned, their expressions extremely varied.

They knew the Buddha’s child from the Eastern Land was powerful, but they hadn’t expected him to be this monstrous.