Chapter 61: Gift You a Mountain
Chapter 61: Gift You a Mountain
“If not joining makes me your enemy, then who in this world could ever qualify as my foe?”
Zuo Meng detected the hidden power within the black water. This energy clearly didn’t come from the stone he’d bestowed – it must have been granted by other entities, perhaps the Wild God or that golden silhouette. Not that it mattered. Within this world, Zuo Meng feared no ambush.
He swept his left hand across the black water’s surface, erasing all traces instantly.
After obliterating the remaining energy, Zuo Meng ignored the unconscious Yu Ruyi lying on the ground and headed west. This was Suzhou, territory of The Immortal Palace. As their leader, Yu Ruyi wasn’t worth his time. Better to deal with Jie Ming, whose usefulness had expired now that cultivation methods had spread through the Entire World.
At the city’s edge, Zuo Meng scooped up a handful of earth.
“You gave me black water. I’ll gift you a mountain.”
He crushed the soil and flung it into empty air. Strange energy flashed across the dirt clump, transforming it into a giant mountain that vanished into shimmering space.
Though limited by Xue Chuan’s mortal form, Zuo Meng still wielded power beyond mortal understanding. Like when rich gamers get crushed by developers’ tactics – true strength lies in maximizing available resources.
Perception gaps could sometimes outweigh cultivation differences.
Black Marsh Temple.
This world once hosted true deities like the Wild God and Xuanwu, though most temples now lay ruined. After the laws changed and cultivation spread, people stopped worshiping gods. This particular temple had been built by Cold Mountain Temple to enshrine Jie Ming himself.
“Failed?” Jie Ming’s golden halo pulsed like divine radiance. Behind him, temple statues now bore his features. “Xue Chuan must be at Transformation God stage or higher!”
The world thought him a Nascent Soul cultivator. But two years ago here, he’d met the Wild God and broken through to Transformation God – becoming humanity’s first supreme cultivator. Hence his self-proclaimed title of Living Buddha.
BOOM!
Darkness swallowed the sky. Jie Ming gaped at the descending mountain.
“That’s Xue Chuan’s aura!”
He summoned his totem to block the falling mass while fleeing, but invisible forces pinned both totem and feet. Heaven and earth turned prison.
“Why? HOW?!” The temple master scrambled desperately, reduced to fleeing on foot like commoner.
“Ancient Deity?!” His totem became roaring beast supporting the mountain. Futile.
The giant mountain crushed temple and cultivator alike. Jie Ming’s Wild Power and totem vanished. His disembodied soul glimpsed a blue-robed figure manipulating sun and moon before-
POP!
The soul-bubble burst.
The opponent’s existence was too terrifying; he couldn’t even attempt to “look.” Merely sweeping his gaze across it caused the fragment of his soul that observed to explode, obliterating even his head. Dreadful causal energy seeped from the wounds, flooding his entire soul-body.
“The Living Buddha… heh… Ancient Deities… all mere jests. So this world was casually created by his hand.”
Boom! Boom! Boom!!
Jie Ming’s soul utterly disintegrated.
All for daring to glance.
A mortal perceiving divinity.
Annihilation.
Zuo Meng, who had just departed Suzhou, paused. His vision pierced through the void to witness Jie Ming crushed beneath the giant mountain. A flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes.
“He detected my presence?”
“Pity.”
As Jie Ming perished, all the Transcendent breakthroughs and cultivation insights of this calamitous demon monk flowed back to Zuo Meng. Useful elements were retained, dross discarded. With this absorption, Zuo Meng’s created laws grew more perfected.
After eliminating this world-shaking troublemaker, Zuo Meng rented a donkey at a post station and ambled toward the capital.
Three days later.
Black Marsh.
As the imperial family’s force for suppressing rebellion, the Dragon Guards possessed extraordinary surveillance capabilities. Demon Monk Jie Ming had been their prime target. Upon discovering his departure from Cold Mountain Temple, National Master Zhang He personally led Dragon Guard experts here – only to be utterly stunned.
😤😤😤Golden Novel translates the best Chinese web novels for you!😤😤😤
“Why’s there a mountain? Intelligence claimed this was Cold Mountain Temple’s hidden temple!”
Dragon Guard experts gaped at the colossal peak, faces etched with disbelief.
Moving mountains and overturning seas?
Had deities intervened?
National Master Zhang He stood equally dumbfounded.
“Where’s the demon monk?”
“Within. But his life-force has vanished.”
A white-eyed elder among the trackers gestured at the mountain. This specialist rarely left the capital, normally dispatching apprentices. His first personal mission in decades had yielded this preposterous outcome.
“Could your senses err?”
Zhang He struggled to accept it – this era-defining villain erased by a random falling mountain?
No bard would spin such absurdity!
“In combat, I’d lose to you. In tracking?” The elder snorted. “None surpass me.”
“If true, who did this? Does such power exist?”
Zhang He touched the mountainside – indistinguishable from natural stone.
“Recall the giant hand at the palace days ago?”
Ice shot through Zhang He’s veins.
Xue Chuan?!
The National Master burned the name into memory.
“Intensify surveillance on Xue Chuan, Suzhou’s failed scholar. That man… is terrifying.”