Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 1410 - 1083: A Tardy Arrival! The Mystery of the Village Chief’s Whereabouts!

Chapter 1410: Chapter 1083: A Tardy Arrival! The Mystery of the Village Chief’s Whereabouts!

"Those should be the Phantom Heart Demon Two Envoys. Our injuries have not healed, yet we didn’t notice them at all. Their sneaky arrival here suggests that Unrivaled City also harbors ulterior motives due to the uncertainty of Brother Jiang’s fate."

Zhu Wushi observed the two who had been struck by Dongfang Bubai’s Flying Needle speeding away, and his brows furrowed deeply.

Dongfang Bubai spoke calmly, "They have been struck by my Poison Needle. Although I have shown mercy, they won’t live beyond seven days. After that, they will undoubtedly perish. I intend for them to convey a message to Dugu Yifang, allowing him to see our stance."

Zhu Wushi frowned as he slowly said, "For now, Dugu Yifang is merely probing and observing. If there truly is any disturbance, the influence that Unrivaled City holds within the Divine Martial Country could easily cause us considerable trouble. This time, as we excavate the mountain, we can’t mobilize many people, but only Unrivaled City can summon so many craftsmen in the Divine Martial Country."

Wan Wan snorted coldly and said, "Unrivaled City had better not harbor any ulterior motives; otherwise, my Yin Gui Sect will definitely not sit idly by."

With that, Wan Wan suddenly reached out to seize the Great Strength Fire Qilin Saber, while the Yin Yang Two Gods leaped towards the Breaking Realm Pearl located at the saber handle.

Everyone was astonished by the situation, except for Wang Yuyan and others who were aware that Wan Wan was connected to Jiang Dali’s Primordial Spirit and were not surprised.

Now that Jiang Dali is absent, his Divine Weapon is indeed ownerless, but ordinary people cannot easily explore the Breaking Realm Pearl with their spirit; it could result in one’s spirit being trapped within with no escape.

Only Wan Wan, who had previously merged her Primordial Spirit with Jiang Dali’s and comprehended Primordial Spirit Skills, could possibly explore the pearl safely, giving everyone some hope.

It is well known that even if the physical body of those in the Returning to Truth Realm is destroyed, they can survive for some time relying solely on their Primordial Spirit. If they timely find a suitable host body, body possession and rebirth aren’t impossible.

Of course, those who actually manage to find a suitable host are very few. From ancient times, most powerhouses in the Returning to Truth Realm truly die, unable to make their Primordial Spirit survive between heaven and earth.

But Jiang Dali possesses such a strange treasure like the Breaking Realm Pearl, capable of nurturing the Primordial Spirit. If his Primordial Spirit still survives within, he can absolutely survive.

After a brief moment, Wan Wan’s delicate body trembled, and everyone noticed her expression was devoid of joy, causing their hearts to sink.

"Within the Breaking Realm Pearl, there is no presence of the village chief’s Primordial Spirit, only a fragment of the Blood Transformation Divine Venerable trapped inside..." Wan Wan furrowed her brows and shook her head.

"Where on earth did the village chief go?"

Wang Yuyan was worried.

Murong Qingqing, with a solemn face, looked at the ground with Pang Ban and the Divine General’s two corpses, and said, "There’s no trace of the village chief or Xiong Ba’s body. Could it be that the two of them are still alive?"

Nie Renwang said, "Impossible! On the last day of the battle, Xiong Ba’s body had already been shattered throughout by my Saber Qi, and his heart was pierced by Mr. Zhu’s sword. There’s absolutely no way he’s still alive. The reason his corpse hasn’t been found is likely that it was destroyed when he summoned Heavenly Thunder, which last struck, with him detonating his Primordial Spirit, body and soul destroyed, sure death."

"That’s right!"

Zhu Wushi said sternly and solemnly, "That day, at the last moment, it was Brother Jiang who blasted me and Brother Nie out of this deep pit, or else we both might not have survived. Xiong Ba’s Primordial Spirit explosion makes survival impossible."

"Brother Jiang! You are a person of fortune, surely still alive. But where are you now?"

Nie Renwang’s eyes were bloodshot, his rugged countenance also filled with fatigue, watching the deep pit below that buried many craftsmen, clenching his jaw tightly.

He hadn’t closed his eyes for seven days and nights; even with high martial arts prowess, he is now severely depleted in Essence Qi due to heavy injuries and requires rest for recovery.

"Amitabha Buddha! The old monk arrives a step too late! Truly ashamed!"

At this moment, a Buddhist chant suddenly echoed from the mountain path, followed by the sound of bird songs from afar.

Everyone turned around to look, seeing a monk with flowing hair ascending the mountain with exceptional cultivation techniques, while a brilliantly-colored Divine Bird appeared in the distant sky, with Xiao Feng and five others standing on its back.

"Monk, you are not a step too late; you arrived many days too late."

Dongfang Bubai snorted coldly, Wei Yi’s eyes sharply fixating on the monk ascending the mountain, saying, "Tell me; was it you who informed Jiang Dali of the location after the Divine Stone was unsealed? Otherwise, how could he know its exact position? Why did you take so long to arrive after him?"

This belated monk was naturally the Sweeping Monk.

With a word, everyone was reminded of this connection.

The Divine Stone initially was sealed by Shaolin High Monk Hui Yun using Dharma Power; once the stone is unsealed, only the high monks of Shaolin can accurately sense its exact location.

Thus, it’s highly probable that someone from Shaolin notified Jiang Dali, who then informed others that Xiong Ba was spotted holding the Divine Stone at the World Association, and he went alone there first to attempt to thwart Xiong Ba.

But the first to discover the unsealed Divine Stone, Shaolin, then ironically arrived at the World Association last, which indeed is suspicious.

At this moment, the Divine Phoenix quickly descended, and Xiao Feng and others jumped off, observing the ruinous World Association Headquarters as if an earthquake occurred, showing shock on their faces. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Benefactor!"

Xiao Feng’s tiger eyes widened, sprinting to the remnants left by Jiang Dali, with an expression of disbelief.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

With a slightly compassionate look on his plain face, the Sweeping Monk rapidly approached like an Earth-Shrinking Immortal, clasping his hands together, "Benefactor Dongfang, and all other benefactors, please restrain yourselves and remain calm. It was not as though the old monk arrived excessively late, but rather that the journey from Shaolin Songshan to here spans eight thousand li. Even a thousand-li horse struggling in eight days to cover such a distance, so the old monk already tried his utmost to hurry here, yet unfortunately still arrived late."

Seeing that his speech was calm and his breathing even, yet his monk robe was dusty, sweat was trickling down his forehead and ears, and upon further thought of the old monk’s seven-day trek across eight thousand li to reach there, truly he exerted all his strength; among the crowd, only the speed-efficient Dongfang Bubai might have arrived faster, causing faces to slightly soften.

At this moment, gathered here, many inevitably discussed previous causes and effects and it became clear Xiao Feng and others had exited seclusion from the War God Temple four days earlier, saw the letter Jiang Dali had sent long ago and learned about the battle at Heaven Mountain, hurried to ride the Divine Phoenix here but were ultimately too late.

The Sweeping Monk witnessed the corpses of hundreds of innocent craftsmen in the burial pit, feeling deep remorse. Reciting Buddhist scriptures for their souls, he sighed and said, "Benefactor Dongfang, why do you wield such a ruthless hand? These craftsmen are merely innocent people. What a pity, what a pity. If I, a humble monk, had arrived a step earlier, I could’ve saved a hundred lives, Amitabha Buddha..."

Dongfang Bubai, with hands behind his back and eyes cold, replied, "Old monk, if Jiang Dali dies, far more people in the Martial World will perish. Do you think you can save them all? You might stop me, but can you stop others?"

Among the crowd, many were chivalrous characters. Although they furrowed their brows in reluctance upon hearing this, they couldn’t help but acknowledge Dongfang Bubai’s words.

If Jiang Dali truly dies, putting aside his many enemies, the ambitious Unrivaled City would be unchecked, inevitably leading to greater ambitions and breach of agreements. In such a battle between Black Wind Village and Unrivaled City, the Martial World would be bathed in blood, and countless deaths and injuries would be unavoidable.

Among the attendees, apart from Dongfang Bubai, Wan Wan, Nie Renwang, and other radicals who might wholly support Black Wind Village and join in the battle.

Others like Xiao Feng, Xie Xiaofeng, Lu Xiaofeng, who might not want to stir a storm of bloodshed in the Martial World, would still have to make a choice between benevolence and righteousness, finding themselves in a difficult position. How could the Sweeping Monk alone stop it all?

The Sweeping Monk’s eyelids drooped slightly as he gazed at the deep pit below, sighing and shaking his head, "Benefactor Dongfang, the old monk can’t influence the entire Martial World, but to save these hundred lives, there’s no need to sway the whole world. Actually, finding out whether Master Jiang is dead or alive and where he might be isn’t difficult."

"What did you say?!"

Everyone’s body trembled upon hearing this.

"Old monk, what method do you have?"

The eager Wan Wan quickly inquired.

"Amitabha Buddha! Be at ease!"

The Sweeping Monk slowly brought his hands together, then rotated them ninety degrees in opposing directions, forming a crossing gesture.

The next moment, he flipped his palms open, and from his body, including his eyes, a golden Buddha Light suddenly erupted, chanting resonance emanating from his mouth. From his palms, a "卍" Buddha Seal shot straight into the deep pit below.

Boom!—

In the pit below, bricks and stones trembled open, and a string of sizable Buddha Beads was attracted and shaken out by the Buddha Seal.

The Sweeping Monk extended his hand and swiftly captured the Buddha Beads.

These Buddha Beads were none other than the Wisdom Blessing Prayer Beads.

Upon witnessing this, Zhu Wushi and others felt a stir in their hearts.

In a slow and aged voice, the Sweeping Monk said, "On that day, I utilized the Dharma Ancestor’s power from our monastery, the Heavenly Vision, and through the connection of this string of Buddha Beads, informed Master Jiang of the location of the Divine Stone from afar.

This string of Buddha Beads, perhaps of limited use to ordinary people, was crucially tied to a secret concerning our Dharma Ancestor.

Since Master Jiang has disappeared without a trace, while the Buddha Beads remain here, maybe the humble monk can use the power of the Dharma Ancestor within these beads to uncover the tracks left by Master Jiang after his disappearance into the pit."

"Related to Dharma!?"

Upon hearing this, the crowd’s expression slightly changed, feeling more convinced.

Dharma is the progenitor of Shaolin, revered as the Venerable One.

Though certainly passed into nirvana, anything related to him is mysterious and carries potent power.

Since all of them, despite their high martial prowess, remain within the realm of mortality, Dharma, revered as the Venerable, is considered a true Buddha, exhibiting various astonishing divine skills, forming the core of Shaolin’s heritage.

Suddenly, the Sweeping Monk entwined the Buddha Beads with his hands, held the largest bead, and after reciting Buddhist scriptures, shouted loudly.

"Ma!"

Buzz!!—

The Buddha Beads immediately radiated brilliant golden Buddha Light, and the largest bead, about the size of an adult’s fist, began to rotate gently. Suddenly, its surface loosened, displaying dense patterns that unfolded like a mechanism, abruptly ejecting a metal ball.

That metal ball spun rapidly and abruptly halted in front of everyone, formed of countless small metal dice in black and white colors. These metal dice, however, didn’t bear typical dots, but formed six faces, with the center marked by an "x" shape!

Seeing this object, everyone’s minds swirled with questions.

What is this thing?

How is it related to Dharma?

Through this object, can they uncover the whereabouts of Jiang Dali at the last moment of battle when he disappeared?

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(Extra Chapter at night!)