Chapter 10: the fight that reaches the peak(fixed)

When the xuande unleashed Buddha's wrath - eternal purification, a golden light enveloped his body, forming the form of a giant Buddha that shone like the sun. The sound of ancient incantations echoed through the air, creating such great spiritual pressure that the ground below began to crumble.

"Eternal purification... Purifying all forms of evil and darkness down to their roots."

As the xuande raised his hand, the Buddha-shaped energy behind him mimicked his movements. Holy light gushed from the sky, transforming into a wave of energy that swept across the entire area.

Bai xieye felt as if his body was struck by thousands of suns. His skin burned, his veins exploded, and the black blood mixed with the essence of darkness evaporated in the holy light.

"ARGHHHH!"

His scream echoed out, sounding like a monstrous creature. The black chains around him crumbled into dust, and the shadows that enveloped the manor were instantly erased, leaving only the ruins illuminated by the warm light.

However, what was most terrifying was not the physical pain but rather the effect of the technique on his soul.

Bai xieye could feel his consciousness fragmenting, as if his soul was about to be separated from his body and torn into shreds.

"No.... I can't disappear here... I.... Can't perish..."

She gritted her teeth, trying to survive in the sea of light that burned everything it touched. But her body had already reached its limit.

The wounds that he could previously ignore now felt like thousands of knives skinning his flesh. The defense techniques he activated were complete, and even the Abyssal domain - eternal darkness had disappeared and was shattered by the holy light

Bai xieye slowly fell to the ground. His vision began to be unclear, his consciousness almost lost. If he survived one second longer.... Then his own existence might be completely erased.

But in the last second before his destruction, he forced his body to move and escape the blob of light that was about to swallow him.

Xuande furrowed her brows when she saw that Bai xieye was still able to move. "You're still holding on...? How stubborn."

Bai xieye grinned weakly. "I... Won't die that easily."

Bai xieye was at the edge of his consciousness, the holy light of Buddha's wrath - eternal purification had burned his body to the point that it was impossible to recover in a short period of time. Black blood continued to flow from his wounds, and his broken bones felt like sharp needles piercing into his flesh every time he moved.

But he refused to give up.

>"Demonic shadow splitting heaven step!"

In an instant, a black shadow exploded from his body, creating several illusions of him darting in various directions at incredible speed. His true figure leapt into the air, disappearing in the swirl of the night's darkness before the monks could realize it.

Xuande was wide-eyed. "He escaped?!"

The surviving monks stared around in panic. "Where did he go?! Don't let him escape!"

Shen Tianmu who was standing in the distance with his hand cut off but already bandaged and by the servants, clenched his fist. "No way.... That boy should be dead!"

An elder from the shen family stared at the ruins of their manor with a pale face. "He not only destroyed our manor... But also killed many people! If he survives... He will return with even stronger strength!"

Xuande took a deep breath, "don't let your guard down. The boy may have escaped, but he must be in a very severe condition. If we move quickly, we can track him down before he recovers."

However, far away from the shen family residence, Bai xieye was no longer able to think clearly.

Blood flowed from the corner of his lips as his severely injured body staggered. Her vision grew blurry, and her steps became heavy.

"I... Must survive..." She thought, but her strength was already completely depleted.

Her body finally could no longer withstand the overwhelming injuries. With one last unsteady step, he fell into the rushing river.

The cold water enveloped her body, carrying with it the blood that continued to flow from her wounds. He tried to fight against the current, but his consciousness was fading.

"Damn... Am I going to die like this?"

Slowly, her vision began to become pitch black. His consciousness disappeared.

Some time later

A young girl stood by the riverbank, her violet-colored eyes gazing attentively at the water current. The breeze fluttered her long black hair.

Rou shui, a girl around 17 years old, had a face so beautiful that it could captivate anyone who saw her in an instant. But right now her face was filled with a surprised expression.

"Grandpa, look! There's someone over there on the edge!" She exclaimed.

Beside her was an old man with graying white hair holding a wooden stick that helped him to walk. mo yun, the old man's name, immediately cast his gaze in the direction rou shui was pointing.

His black eyes narrowed slightly when he saw the figure of the young boy lying on the riverbank, covered in blood and almost lifeless.

Mo yun walked over quickly. Upon taking a closer look, his brows immediately furrowed deeply.

"How could such a small child be injured this badly...? He's almost dead!" She said in a worried tone.

Rou shui also came closer. His eyes were filled with compassion. "We can't let him die here, kake. He needs help!"

Mo yun sighed heavily. He knew that helping someone in this state could bring trouble, but he also couldn't just leave someone dying.

"Alright, help me carry him to the hut."

Rou shui nodded quickly, then the two of them began to lift Bai xieye carefully.

The hut was made of old wood, simple yet sturdy enough. Although it was not big, it was warm and cozy. The furniture was minimal with only a small table, a few wooden chairs, and a straw bed. An old stove in the corner of the room radiated a little warmth, giving the hut a calm atmosphere.

Rou shui helped mo yun put Bai xieye on the bed. The blood from his body instantly soaked the straw underneath.

The girl bit her lip, then looked at her grandfather with concern. "Can he be saved, grandfather?"

Mo yun looked at the dying Bai xieye, then nodded slowly. "I don't know who he is or how he got injured like this... But if we don't act quickly, he won't survive until dawn."

Rou shui clenched his fists. "In that case, what should we do?"

Mo yun sighed. "Get some warm water and a clean cloth. We need to clean the wound before the infection spreads."

Rou shui immediately took what was requested. Meanwhile, Mo Yun could only stare at the young man dying in front of him with a serious expression.

"Who are you, kid...?" He muttered softly.

Meanwhile Bai xieye was in his sea of consciousness. All he saw was a mountain made of bones and the smell of blood and stench pervading the place.

His gaze fell on a scroll that made him feel familiar. That scroll was the heavenly destruction scripture. The one that made him reach the pinnacle of the world in his former life in the eternal cosmic realm.

In his previous life he was only able to understand half of the contents of the scroll, now he approached the scroll slowly. Every move he made sounded like bones breaking as he stepped on them step by step until he reached the place where the blood-soaked scroll was.

He slowly read the contents of the scroll from the beginning again day to month in the sea of consciousness. That's a lot of time difference in the real world.

While in the real world. Rou shui and mo yun are struck by a disaster as they are ambushed by some bandits who pass by their place.