Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 1424 - 1094: Only This God Has the Right to Call Him Old Turtle!
Among the threads viewed, two short and blurry videos were successively released.
One of the videos captured a monk in green clothes drifting in the river.
The second video recorded a figure appearing far away on the river, ending almost after a fleeting glance of less than two breaths.
Jiang Dali’s face slightly changed when he saw the first video, confirming that the monk drifting in the river was indeed the Sweeping Monk.
Even though he hadn’t seen the Sweeping Monk since their parting at Shaolin long ago.
Even his last brief contact with him before the battle at the World Association was only through Heavenly Vision.
But just by seeing that familiar green clothes and face, he knew it was undoubtedly the Sweeping Monk.
In the second video, the figure on the river’s surface was too far away to see any features, making it impossible to identify who it was.
However, it’s certain that it was the mysterious expert who once fought with the Sweeping Monk at Heaven Mountain.
After these two videos, the poster in the thread explained that their group of three received the adventure task issued by the Sweeping Monk before his death, to deliver an important task item to the Black Wind Village Chief, hoping for the assistance of Black Wind Village players and Eight Desolate Disciples to find the chief and provide information, with heavy rewards promised afterward. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
After reading the thread’s content, Jiang Dali decisively turned his eagle’s head and ordered the Demon Hawk to fly quickly towards the Divine Martial Country, not hurrying to Shaolin.
He already wanted to figure out who the mysterious expert who defeated the Sweeping Monk was.
Now that the opponent had actively appeared, he naturally wanted to uncover the opponent’s identity and purpose.
Although such action was extremely dangerous, Jiang Dali believed with his current strength, as long as he didn’t encounter the Eternal Life God or the mysterious expert who once stopped Wu Ming, he was confident enough to escape unharmed.
And this expert who defeated the Sweeping Monk likely wasn’t the mysterious expert who once stopped Wu Ming. Otherwise, the Sweeping Monk wouldn’t have escaped so long before being caught, given his recently attained Returning to Truth Realm strength.
"Screech!"
The Demon Hawk seemed to sense Jiang Dali’s mood, swiftly cutting through clouds and mist without needing urging, soaring through clumped white clouds as the clear blue sky seemed to thin.
In the distance, a vast expanse of river and sky gradually appeared, almost indistinguishable where clouds met the horizon.
The Demon Hawk flapped its wings rapidly, black shiny feathers slicing air currents, gliding swiftly.
The river below rolled with clear waves, shimmering under the sunlight, flickering with golden brilliance.
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Perhaps in this world, there really aren’t any gods, gods are merely strong people who have become something else.
When a person grows far stronger than others, their inner desires and vanity naturally amplify, prompting them to distinguish themselves from others to showcase their nobility and difference. Whether it’s "lonely", "solitary", "I", or "this palace", aren’t these titles a release of inner desires?
The title of god was born in just the same way.
And in terms of desire and arrogance, calling oneself a god surpasses even these.
"Eternal Life... God... hahaha, just an Old Turtle in the end, far inferior to this god, very far. They haven’t lived as long as this god, what makes them eternal life... god... hahaha... Only Shakyamuni can truly be called a god."
A raspy, arrogant, and slightly aged yet strong voice resounded in the empty Ice Hall, creating echoes.
Following the sound, you can see a wild-haired, luxuriously-dressed ice-surfaced monster sitting high on an ice-sculpted divine throne, slowly waving hands as they uttered arrogant words.
"But this god must admit, they are indeed very talented, managing to develop a Martial Art this god must respect over the years. That’s the greatest value this god reserved them for back then... Just waiting for the fruit to ripen to pick, they became restless instead... hehehe..."
Shakyamuni, claiming to be a god, ended here with an insane laugh.
On the ground below the divine throne, a beautiful woman and a middle-aged man dressed in ice sculpture-like dark clothes were actually half-kneeling, listening to his rambling words.
This beautiful woman and that middle-aged man, just by their aura, seemed extraordinary, certainly not ordinary people, yet they willingly kneeled on the ground to show submission to the monster on the throne, proving his capability.
The middle-aged man dressed in ice sculptures lowered his head respectfully and inquired, "Divine Sovereign, now that the Eternal Life... Old Turtle has become unsettled, should we..."
Before he finished speaking, he received a slap, not even seeing how Shakyamuni on the throne struck.
Yet, after being slapped, he didn’t dare even to make a surprised expression but only lowered his head further.
Shakyamuni gestured weirdly and said, "Old Turtle, only this god can call them that. You should know, in the Martial World, strength is revered. Although this Old Turtle is far less capable than this god, they still surpass you. Their talent is appreciated even by this god, and you ought to learn to respect the mighty..."
"Yes!"
The kneeling two people responded in unison.
Shakyamuni coldly laughed and continued, "Dealing with them doesn’t require this god to intervene personally. This god is merely interested in the force and Martial Arts within them, but this god has long grown weary of fighting and killing.
Over these years, they assumed this god as their enemy, not realizing this god, as a senior, didn’t bother with them, even watched them grow, applying pressure through hints, dividing the husband and wife, having him turn against Bai Suzhen, making them adversaries against each other. This god toys with him like a research mouse, hahaha...
And yet, they even gave this god an unexpected surprise!"
His words were chillingly horrifying.
As powerful as the Undying God, they were still toyed with, and the whole calamity of the Undying God poisoning his wife Bai Suzhen was the result of his influence and hints, which is truly terrifying.
The two kneeling even felt a deep chill from their hearts.
Neither dared to ponder a tiny loophole in this speech—if he truly scorned and feared nothing, why divide the rumored Divine Demon Couple, turning them against each other? Perhaps truly unfearing isn’t entirely the case, maybe even awe-struck by their astounding aptitude?
But such doubts and loopholes, none dared think or mention.
"So... to deal with this Old Turtle now, it’s not this god but his wife Bai Suzhen, and a new helper she found."
"Which helper?"
Both the man and woman had this question pop into their minds.
Shakyamuni seemed to see their question, his eyes showing both deep thought and icy light, laughing, "Black Wind Village Chief—Jiang Dali!
This person appears reckless and simple, yet he is extraordinarily gifted, even said to be the most gifted this god has seen through prolonged years.
This god is deeply interested in him... Divine Mother, Ice Emperor, this god wants you two to approach him secretly, assist him and Bai Suzhen, and dispose of Eternal Life’s Old Turtle, this god will act and take what is needed at the final moment!"
As he finished, he slowly bent down, the ice-cold face of the ice sculpture expressionless, slightly tilting, extending a hand and slowly clenching it into a fist.
"Yes!"
The man and woman titled Divine Mother and Ice Emperor swiftly obeyed, then rose and slowly exited the Ice Hall.
Shakyamuni on the divine throne slightly tilted his head to look at the hanging icicles above, seemingly contemplating something, and his figure seemed to become an unmoving ice sculpture.
After a while, a tremor ran through his body as he suddenly spat a mouthful of blood, gasping slightly, his hands clutching the ice chair arms, a faint smile on his lips, "My good grandson is indeed a seed left from this god’s bloodline. Even poisoned with carefully devised poison, he managed to hurt this god...
But now, the Heavenly Destiny Person is dead, across these vast vassal states, the only one who can hurt this god is likely only this descendant I left behind... That couple is also approaching their end..."
As he spoke, his figure did not seem to make any move, yet strangely melted into the ice-sculpted divine throne, disappearing abruptly...
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(Yesterday’s extra update!)
