I Outworked the Entire Cultivation World-Chapter 225 - 196: Severing the Tail to Survive

The northern part of the No Return Sea.

That resounding Buddha’s name echoed across the heavens and earth, causing the Scorpion King to feel as if facing a formidable foe, and he left Jiang Yuebai behind, fleeing hastily.

Jiang Yuebai nearly got buried underground and could not get out. She put in tremendous effort and finally emerged from the ground, holding a flowerpot.

She brushed off the dust, stood up from the barren stone hill, and looked back at the southern battlefield, stunned by the magnificent and grand Yellow Sand Golden Lotus.

The temple on the mountain looked like a tomb, and the Golden Lotus made of yellow sand grew from beneath the tomb, as if offering a tribute to the deceased spirits.

Jiang Yuebai moved her gaze away from the Yellow Sand Golden Lotus to the small yet unignorable figure in the high sky.

Clearly, from where she was standing, that figure wasn’t even the size of a palm, yet it made Jiang Yuebai feel as though she was gazing at the dazzling brilliance of the sun’s golden light.

That imposing presence made Jiang Yuebai recall the scene when she first met the Supreme Elder.

"Is that... Divinity Transformation?"

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On the battlefield, everyone bowed their heads, and the beasts scattered.

Even the three Nascent Soul Stage beasts that hadn’t emerged from underground decisively fled, unwilling to confront the Divinity Transformation.

The Golden Core Master of the Martial Sect, along with the other disciples, were pale-faced, trembling and not daring to move.

The people from the Buddhist Sect were overjoyed, dutifully clasping their palms in a bow, only because of the elderly man with a face full of white beard, clad in a kasaya and wielding a Zen Stick in the sky—a Buddha at the Vajra Platform Divinity Transformation Stage.

The earth trembled, and the wild winds raged, yet despite Ruosheng’s efforts, the old monk merely stood there, causing the Yellow Sand Golden Lotus to crumble from the top, the sand cascading like a waterfall.

"Ruosheng, why do you not reveal yourself?"

The old monk lightly asked, and the yellow sand on the ground rolled into a fine dragon roll, ascending into the sky, forming into a human shape in front of the old monk, reverting to the appearance of a white-robed monk.

Upon seeing him, the gaze of everyone below suddenly became heated.

Ruosheng’s eyes were blood-red, staring fiercely at the old monk, his voice squeezed from between his teeth.

"You didn’t come back then, so why come today!"

Ruosheng had seen the old monk’s portrait at his master’s place. Based on seniority, he should call the old monk Master Ancestor Wochen!

"Amitabha Buddha, it is the old monk who has come late, but for you, it’s not too late. Come back to the Vajra Platform with the old monk, as your master wished."

"Don’t mention him to me! It was your Vajra Platform that discarded him! Your Vajra Platform watched Prajna Temple perish, doing nothing over the years. Why do you intervene as I seek revenge?"

Ruosheng roared in anger, yet Monk Wochen remained calm.

"Back then, when the Netherworld Sea sealed the Ghost Clan, I, together with the Guiyuan Sword Sect and Heavenly Interence Sect’s Divinity Transformation cultivators, exerted too much origin power, causing my cultivation to nearly fall to Nascent Soul."

"The old monk was in seclusion until today, only to see your master’s letter, saying he had taken a good disciple and wished to send you to the Vajra Platform, to be taught by the old monk."

"When Prajna Temple faced calamity, the Vajra Platform received no plea for help. By the time they knew, it was too late. Over these years, even though the old monk was in seclusion, the Vajra Platform has tried multiple times to find the surviving disciples of Prajna Temple in the Quicksand Domain. The task is still prominently on the sect’s mission board."

"Enough!" Ruosheng interrupted Monk Wochen, "Telling me this now is useless! My master is dead, and Prajna Temple is gone!"

Monk Wochen sighed deeply, "Since you understand the dead can’t be resurrected, why implicate the innocent?"

"Innocent?" Ruosheng sneered, "Weren’t people from Prajna Temple innocent? Did they consider innocence when killing? If I kill this group of sinful people and rebuild the Pure Land, wouldn’t that be good?"

Monk Wochen clasped his hands together, "Heaven and earth’s myriad ways: evil does not endure, the good live on. Those harboring murderous intent cut themselves off from the world, and in this vastness, karma exists. Ruosheng, if you continue like this, you’ll fall into demon."

Ruosheng flicked his sleeves, "Buddha won’t save me, so I abandon Buddha for demon! Unconcerned with worldly cause and effect, only seeking a clear conscience! If you block me today, I’ll destroy everything to tread over you!"

"As long as one breath remains, I’ll annihilate the Eight Great Sects of the Quicksand Domain, rebuilding Prajna Temple on their bones as tribute to the departed souls!"

Ruosheng’s body dispersed, swirling up the yellow sand into thousands of blades, slaughtering towards the crowd below.

"Amitabha Buddha."

A single Buddha’s name, the yellow sand blades silently dispersed before striking when the crowd was filled with terror.

The storm roared, and sand enveloped the sky as Ruosheng once again gathered up a giant sand hand, slamming fiercely toward the crowd.

Yet the mighty slap melted into silence again.

Time and time again he gathered; time and time again it dispersed.

Despite Ruosheng’s efforts, it remained unchanged.

"Why? Why exactly?"

Powerlessness and despair erupted in Ruosheng’s heart, as Monk Wochen quietly stood there, like a deity or Buddha.

It made his meticulously laid plans all wastes, made him unable to perform anything, watching those damned people move from fear to arrogance, eyes filled with ridicule, absent of any... regret!

Buddha, why do you protect these evil people!

Where is his Buddha?

"Ruosheng, cease to be stubborn, come back with the old monk."

Ruosheng revealed his form, his white attire pure as snow, standing among the disciples of various sects who were holding blades, covered in blood, yet he remained unstained.

Ruosheng’s eyes were blood-red, with a touch of moisture at the corners, and his tightly clenched fists gradually loosened as he laughed.

"Looks like today, there’s no peaceful resolution."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ruosheng frantically burned his source power, causing the yellow sand across the No Return Sea to rise, every grain glowing with dazzling golden light.

Just like the day Ruosheng appeared, golden light pierced through darkness, illuminating the world.

Amidst the light, a mirage emerged—a temple, a Bodhi Tree, under which a monk of indistinct features sat upright, chanting scriptures.

"Observing Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, deeply traversing through Prajna Paramita, perceiving the emptiness of the five aggregates, surpassing all suffering..."

Amidst the Brahma’s chanting, the surging Heaven and Earth Spiritual Power compressed and gathered in each grain of sand, carrying Ruosheng’s will to destroy all.

Everyone felt oppressed in place, sensing the terror and despair of impending death.

"Alas..."

A faint sigh echoed, as Monk Wochen cast out the Purple Gold Alms Bowl, and its overwhelming power swept across the entire No Return Sea.

All the sand imbued with Ruosheng’s will formed into a river, rolling upward, completely absorbed by the Purple Gold Alms Bowl.

Fury roared amidst the storm, but even risking everything, Ruosheng could not match Monk Wochen.

As his ’body’ was about to be completely swallowed by the Purple Gold Alms Bowl, Ruosheng’s furious voice resounded across the heavens.

"Monk Wochen, when I return, I’ll crush this Quicksand Domain!"

Boom!

The sand inside the Purple Gold Alms Bowl erupted, the surging aftermath sweeping through the universe, violently sending everyone flying.

Ruosheng sought survival by discarding a part, disappearing with a handful of sand.

Monk Wochen stood unwavering amidst the sandstorm, turning his gaze northward.

At the same time, on the northern stone hill, the flowerpot Jiang Yuebai placed on the ground suddenly shattered, as a stream of yellow sand erupted from within, rushing toward her face.

At the crucial moment, the talismanic light around the flowerpot flashed, and the sand stream fiercely collided with the Array Light Barrier.

Boom! Boom boom!

Jiang Yuebai stepped back in vigilance, watching the anxious yellow sand stream continually striking the barrier.

Fortunately, after being deceived by Moh Baichun, she was cautious in everything, embedding an Array Plate under the flowerpot just in case.

"Jiang Yuebai, don’t you want Heaven and Earth Spiritual Objects? As long as you swear your dao heart to avenge Prajna Temple, I will destroy my Spiritual Sense for you to devour!"