Chapter 68

Under Lin Feng's control, the twenty-four golden Arhats stood in three directions, surrounding Sikong Nan in the middle.

Three Flame Arhats ascended into the air, each supported by seven Arhats below, continuously supplying them with powerful Buddhist energy.

The flames on the Flame Arhats grew larger, rising into the sky and merging above Sikong Nan's head, forming a sea of raging fire.

Lin Feng's face turned angry, and he shouted with wide eyes, "My Buddha is compassionate, but can also manifest in a wrathful form, emitting boundless anger to destroy all demons and burn everything!"

Boom!

The entire space within the Netherworld Pearl trembled, and then a golden Buddha with four faces on one head and eight arms, with an angry expression, slowly rose from the sea of fire. The Buddha had a vertical eye closed between his eyebrows.

The golden Buddha chanted a Buddhist mantra, the sound deafening. As the mantra echoed, the vertical eye opened, and a small, milky white flame shot out from it.

The milky white flame looked incredibly fragile, as if a breeze could extinguish it.

Seeing this, Sikong Nan was filled with terror: "Myōō! You have actually cultivated the Immovable Myōō's wrathful fire!"

The milky white flame burned in the air, and wherever the flames reached, the space began to collapse and disintegrate!

Lin Feng pointed with his finger, and the milky white flame instantly transformed into a straight, thin line, shooting towards Sikong Nan.

Wherever the fire line passed, the purifying power within the Netherworld Pearl was immediately destroyed, unable to resist the fire line's advance. When the fire line hit the black mist protecting Sikong Nan, it was like a spark falling into a pot of oil.

Boom!

The black mist was completely extinguished, burning into a raging fire, turning Sikong Nan into a flaming figure.

Whether it was the power of the Netherworld Pearl or Sikong Nan's own power, at this moment, they all became fuel for the fire, intensifying the flames.

The Immovable Myōō's wrathful fire contained an overwhelming sense of anger, a wrath that even the Buddha could unleash, burning everything. Even if it was fire, as long as it was not one of the seven true fires, it would be completely consumed by the Myōō's wrathful fire.

Sikong Nan finally felt the threat of death, his heart filled with fear and anger: "Truly, a tiger in the plains is bullied by dogs! I, an old man, have been reduced to being dominated by a mere youth. In the past, I could have crushed him with a single finger!"

"At this critical moment, I can't afford to be cautious. Even if I die, I will take you with me."

Sikong Nan roared: "Little brat, let's die together!"

With his roar, a low rumbling sound came from the depths of the space within the Netherworld Pearl.

Lin Feng frowned slightly, focusing his attention. It sounded like the gushing of water.

"This is..." Lin Feng's expression changed drastically, realizing something, but it was too late to react.

The sound of water grew louder, eventually becoming a deafening roar, like a dam breaking!

A long, murky yellow river with clear water rushed down, surging towards both Lin Feng and Sikong Nan.

Lin Feng cursed under his breath: "Damn!"

It turned out that the Netherworld Pearl was not without Netherworld True Water; on the contrary, it stored a vast amount of Netherworld True Water!

However, since Sikong Nan had never been able to refine and control the Netherworld Pearl, the Netherworld True Water was like a flood to him, and he dared not easily touch it.

But now, with Lin Feng forcing him into a corner, he naturally abandoned all reservations and summoned the Netherworld True Water to take Lin Feng down with him.

Lin Feng's face turned grim. The Immovable Myōō's true fire he had summoned was just a small flame, and in the face of so much Netherworld True Water, it wouldn't even create a ripple before being swallowed up.

Sikong Nan laughed maniacally, being the first to be engulfed by the surging Netherworld True Water. Lin Feng could clearly see that the flames surrounding him were instantly extinguished upon contact with the Netherworld True Water.

Seeing this, Lin Feng's eyes twitched, and he looked around urgently, searching for a solution.

Suddenly, Lin Feng's eyes lit up. He saw a large, transparent light sphere floating on the surging Netherworld True Water. Inside the sphere sat a thin, small boy, who was none other than Wang Lin.

"That's Wang Lin's divine soul," Lin Feng immediately understood. Without hesitation, he jumped onto the light sphere, as if stepping onto a small boat, and moved forward with the flowing Netherworld River.

Only then did Lin Feng have the chance to observe Wang Lin inside the light sphere. He saw that Wang Lin's eyes were tightly closed, unconscious, and he showed no reaction to Lin Feng's arrival.

Lin Feng's eyes moved, and he decided to sit cross-legged on top of the light sphere, directly above Wang Lin, like a bunk bed.

The light sphere drifted with the current, and after an unknown distance, a black stone pillar suddenly appeared in the middle of the river. The light sphere collided with the black stone pillar but did not bounce off; instead, it stuck tightly to the pillar.

Lin Feng observed the black stone pillar for a moment, then touched it, and a large section of a Daoist incantation flooded his mind.

"This is... the Netherworld Nirvana Sutra? This is the Daoist incantation for refining the Netherworld Pearl?" Lin Feng's heart stirred: "So that's how it is. When Wang Lin wakes up, he will receive the Netherworld Nirvana Sutra here, initially comprehending the Daoist powers and techniques contained within the Netherworld Pearl, thus thoroughly refining this treasure."

"With the Netherworld Pearl in hand, that old ghost Sikong Nan won't be able to do anything to him."

With the treasure and the Daoist incantation, Wang Lin, the hidden dragon, would rise, treading the golden path of killing gods and Buddhas.

This was probably the true path Wang Lin was meant to follow.

Lin Feng chuckled. Since he had encountered such a good opportunity, he would not be polite.

Lin Feng did not intend to take away the opportunity that belonged to Wang Lin, but he could not let Wang Lin independently comprehend the Netherworld Nirvana Sutra and refine the Netherworld Pearl.

It was the right rhythm for him, as a master, to teach Wang Lin the Daoist incantation and then guide and help him refine the treasure.

With this thought, Lin Feng smiled slightly, calmed his mind, and began to earnestly study the profound mysteries of the Netherworld Nirvana Sutra transmitted by the black stone pillar.

The space within the Netherworld Pearl was a non-physical realm of divine consciousness, with an incredibly vast range.

In a place far from the black stone pillar, a figure suddenly rose from the surging Netherworld River, which was none other than Sikong Nan.

However, this Sikong Nan was very different from before. He was no longer surrounded by black mist and ghostly aura; instead, his entire body had turned the same murky yellow as the Netherworld True Water, and his body was still semi-transparent.

At this moment, the old ghost's aura had also changed to be the same as the Netherworld True Water, calm but hiding a destructive and purifying force.

"Though I have not died, life is worse than death! This Netherworld Pearl has refined me, and I will never be able to leave it." Sikong Nan's face was twisted with resentment: "However, I have turned misfortune into fortune, no longer fearing the Netherworld True Water and even being able to control it."

Sikong Nan quietly sensed, and the Netherworld True Water lifted his body, flowing towards the black stone pillar.

"The two young ones, you are dead this time!"

...

Xiao Yan and the other three walked hurriedly, returning to Mount Hengyue.

Little Point suddenly blinked and whispered, "Senior Brothers, someone is following us."

Xiao Yan, carrying a black giant sword and suppressing his own power, found it difficult to even walk, let alone sense his surroundings. Hearing Little Point's words, he suppressed the urge to turn his head and glanced sideways at Zhu Yi.

Zhu Yi did not act rashly but quietly expanded his own power to investigate.

A moment later, Zhu Yi nodded almost imperceptibly: "There is indeed someone. They are only at the Qi Condensation stage and are not the same person as before."

Little Point's big, black eyes turned: "When we left Chuzhou City, a group of people walked past us, and there was an old man who kept staring at me. Could he be with them?"

After a moment of silence, Xiao Yan said decisively, "Find a place ahead and deal with them."

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