Once She's Killed Enough and Grown Tired, She'll Naturally Quiet Down — Pushing the Black Pot Completely Clean
Once She’s Killed Enough and Grown Tired, She’ll Naturally Quiet Down — Pushing the Black Pot Completely Clean
“So that’s the truth of the matter?” High up in the sky, streaks of divine rainbows pierced through the heavens, moving at great speed.
After the world-shaking upheaval erupted from the Demon-Burying Abyss, Gu Changge and the others were rapidly fleeing the area, leaving at the first possible moment without pausing for even an instant.
Having just heard the explanation, Jiang Chuchu was utterly shocked.
She had no doubts about Gu Changge’s words, simply because she had felt it herself at the time — she had sensed that Jin Chan, the Chosen Monk, had impure motives.
So this was the truth behind what she had suspected back then.
In that case, it also explained why Jin Chan had asked everyone to split up at the time — he had other designs all along, intending to release the demoness sealed within the Demon-Burying Abyss.
Back then, she had thought Jin Chan wouldn’t have the courage to do such a thing. Unfortunately, she had truly underestimated his audacity.
Moreover, this was the first time she had heard that Buddhist Mountain had been hiding such a secret all these years.
A former eminent monk of Buddhist Mountain had actually been bewitched by the demoness within the Demon-Burying Abyss, his Buddha Heart swayed, leading him to betray Buddhist Mountain and steal its Supreme Treasure — it was simply unbelievable.
It had caused a great sensation back then, shaking many orthodoxies and factions. In that light, Jin Chan’s actions were not without reason.
“How strong is the demon within the Demon-Burying Abyss?”
Jiang Chuchu asked, remembering another important matter.
If the demon’s strength wasn’t too great, they could unite the various orthodoxies and factions and send out experts to seal it away once more.
Hearing this, Gu Changge glanced at Jiang Chuchu and shook his head. “Her power is terrifying. I estimate that even an ordinary True Daoist would be no match for her. You shouldn’t interfere carelessly at this time. With her strength, I’m afraid the Beyond won’t know peace for quite a while.”
Although Chan Hongyi had yet to leave the Demon-Burying Abyss, Gu Changge believed it wouldn’t be long before she appeared across the various heavens of the Beyond.
The Floating Buddhist Temple near the Demon-Burying Abyss would undoubtedly be the first to bear the brunt.
During this period, he didn’t need to concern himself — there were plenty of other orthodoxies and factions to have headaches over it.
What he did need to consider was how to deal with her revenge against him next. The Zen Robe of Buddhist Mountain was one method, but that alone was far from enough.
“Chan Hongyi’s baleful aura will subside after some time — that’s an opportunity. Judging from the situation back then, it was the power of the Array Patterns that drained her energy, allowing her to regain her calm. So as long as Chan Hongyi kills enough and grows tired of killing, she’ll naturally rest and quiet down for a while.”
Gu Changge already had a countermeasure in mind, so he wasn’t worried.
As for how much slaughter Chan Hongyi’s emergence would unleash upon the Beyond — that was not his concern. He had merely caused her to emerge a little earlier; in essence, nothing much had changed.
Even an ordinary True Daoist wouldn’t be her match...
Jiang Chuchu’s brows furrowed slightly, her heart growing increasingly uneasy.
For even Gu Changge to say such a thing could only mean the demoness’s power was terrifying beyond imagination.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have ordered everyone to flee without the slightest pause the moment they left the Demon-Burying Abyss. This alone showed how much he dreaded her.
In the past, he had always been calm and composed, his expression unchanging even if the sky fell and the earth caved in.
That said, she was still somewhat curious about the black, terrifying figure that had suddenly appeared by Gu Changge’s side, following him like a bodyguard without leaving his side for a single step. But this clearly involved Gu Changge’s secrets, so she didn’t ask further.
Judging by its strength, it had likely already surpassed the Sacred Emperor Realm. Just the aura it emanated was enough to crack a person’s body apart — truly terrifying.
“During this time, return to the Mortal Palace and cultivate in peace. Don’t concern yourself with the many matters outside.” Gu Changge then looked at her, his voice gentle.
Jiang Chuchu softly hummed in agreement, very obedient. She knew this matter was of great importance, and this was no time for her to be willful.
Gu Changge telling her not to come out was because he was worried about her.
Meanwhile, outside the Demon-Burying Abyss, demonic qi surged to the heavens, baleful qi shook the world, cold enough to pierce bone.
Faint snowflakes began drifting between heaven and earth, crystalline and laced with divine light — yet tinged with blood. Above the firmament, terrifying phenomena even manifested.
Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, piles of white bones.
Crimson lotuses bloomed one after another, incomparably brilliant and dazzling.
A devastatingly beautiful woman in red, her dark hair dancing, her skin surpassing snow, walked out from within. Her aura was cold and merciless, her gaze like a blade.
All the life force and demonic qi within ten thousand miles came rolling in, blotting out the sky like beacon smoke, swallowed into her mouth and transformed into surging, vast energy.
Then, her cold and merciless gaze fell upon the many Cultivators and living beings who had rushed over due to the disturbance here.
These people were all great figures of various orthodoxies and clans, immensely powerful — the weakest among them at the Sacred Lord Realm. But at this moment, every one of them felt a chill run through their bodies, their spines as if frozen solid, the feeling of being stared down by a natural predator.
“Who is this? Could it be a vicious demon that emerged from the bottom of the Demon-Burying Abyss?”
A great figure of one clan trembled all over, momentarily dazed by the demoness in red’s flawless countenance, then snapped back to his senses and couldn’t help wanting to retreat.
“Has the seal on the Demon-Burying Abyss been broken? But this doesn’t seem right...”
Others were horrified, their souls trembling, intending to leave this place, fear rising within them, wanting to flee.
Someone with such an eerie aura was clearly abnormal, their strength unfathomable, vast as an abyssal sea.
This place was dangerous — they couldn’t stay long.
“It’s definitely the demon sealed at the bottom of the Demon-Burying Abyss! She... she’s emerged!”
Many people realized, feeling the demoness in red’s gaze fall upon them like a heavenly blade, as if it would see through them entirely, even annihilating their souls.
What she was looking at wasn’t their bodies, but their souls. Understanding this, they didn’t dare linger any longer.
Some even burned their lifespans, activating secret arts, their entire bodies ablaze as they transformed into divine rainbows fleeing into the distance, terrified to the extreme.
“Who exactly released this demon?! Don’t let this old man find out, or I’ll hack them into a thousand pieces and make them regret ever coming into this world!”
Some cursed and swore, filled with boundless regret and fear, exerting their secret arts with all their might to escape this place.
Had they known this would happen here, they never would have come out of curiosity. Truly, it proved the saying — curiosity kills.
But the next moment, boundless baleful qi and demonic qi blotted out the firmament, sweeping over them like a blanket covering the sky.
“Not good!”
All the fleeing Cultivators and living beings were terrified and despairing, their souls nearly frozen, unable to escape the range of this demonic qi.
The demoness in red’s gaze was cold and merciless, without the slightest ripple.
Crimson radiance filled the sky, falling like blood-colored stars.
In an instant, heaven and earth seemed about to be split apart. Terrifying killing intent swept beyond the realm, causing countless stars to tremble.
Boom! With just a single strike, that finger threw heaven and earth into chaos — utterly horrifying — instantly piercing through everyone before her.
Then, with another boom, everyone despaired as they exploded in the void, turning into blood mist, body and soul annihilated.
The vicinity of the Demon-Burying Abyss was instantly stained with boundless slaughter and blood.
Step by step, her countenance flawless, dark hair fluttering, she moved slowly — yet the very laws of heaven and earth around her shifted with her footsteps, mountains, rivers, and streams shrinking to mere inches.
She seemed to know where Gu Changge’s aura lay, walking unhurriedly in the direction he had departed, calm and merciless.
Every living being along her path was casually slapped to death, until she arrived before the mountain gate of the Floating Buddhist Temple.
There she stopped, listening to the rhythmic sounds of wooden fish being struck from within. Buddhist light shone brilliantly, illuminating all directions, carrying an air of sanctity and tranquility.
However, her brows furrowed slightly, as if she greatly disliked this aura. With a roll of her sleeve, surging demonic qi billowed forth.
Before the Floating Buddhist Temple, radiance burst forth in myriad rays, Buddhist light dazzling across the firmament. Figures of ancient monks, Buddhas, and Bodhisattvas emerged, seeking to withstand this strike.
All the monks rushed out with drastically changed expressions, but in merely an instant, they vanished like smoke, reduced to dust, collapsing into the void.
One breath — then they crumbled and burst apart.
An elderly monk of profound Buddhist attainment managed to resist for one more breath, but the next moment he too coughed blood, crumbled and exploded, body and soul destroyed.
Before such terrifying power, they were as weak as ants. Years of cultivation amounted to nothing at all.
Weng! The next moment, vast Buddhist light manifested, filling the heavens with solemnity. A White-Browed Elderly Monk sat cross-legged, kind-browed and gentle-eyed. He opened his eyes, appeared in the sky, and gazed at the demoness in red from afar.
“Amitabha. Female benefactor, why not lay down your—”
He chanted the Buddha’s name. Seeing what had happened here, his heart was grieved and helpless, yet he still prepared to persuade the demoness in red to let go of her hatred.
However, before he could finish his words, he felt his scalp go numb. A crystalline, flawless finger, slender as a scallion stalk, had already pierced through his glabella, forcing the rest of his words back down his throat.
In the White-Browed Elderly Monk’s eyes lingered one final breath of astonishment and shock — he had no idea how the demoness in red had appeared beside him. Then the last glimmer of light in his eyes dimmed; he was already destroyed in body and soul.
The demoness in red walked past his corpse, her gaze like a blade, cold and merciless — as if she had merely found an eyesore and crushed a little bug.
She paused there, a sea of blood and corpses at her feet, then walked once more toward the place she sought.
That day, great chaos erupted at the Demon-Burying Abyss. Demonic qi surged to the heavens, and star domains within tens of millions of miles dimmed. Many ancient life stars and ancient cities turned into barren deadlands in a single breath.
This news quickly spread in all directions, causing enormous shock. Countless Cultivators and living beings were horrified to the extreme.
The origins of the Demon-Burying Abyss were mysterious and ancient, spanning countless epochs.
Many ancient existences speculated that the Demon-Burying Abyss had existed longer than many of the Beyond’s current orthodoxies and factions.
It could even be traced back to the Forbidden Epoch buried within the long river of time.
And now, terrifying aura surged from within the Demon-Burying Abyss, as if a peerless vicious demon had awakened, intent on bathing the world in blood. The shock this caused was simply unimaginable.
Cultivators had once gone to investigate the Demon-Burying Abyss, wanting to know what kind of existence was sealed within, but...
Over time, in the eyes of many living beings and orthodoxies, the Demon-Burying Abyss had become no different from a so-called Life Forbidden Area.
Nothing had changed — its cultivation might even surpass the Nirvana Realm. All the Cultivators and living beings who went to investigate the Demon-Burying Abyss died; not a single survivor remained. The vicious demon’s methods could only be described as cruel and cold.
Moreover, what caused the greatest sensation was that the Floating Buddhist Temple, responsible for guarding the Demon-Burying Abyss, was drowned in a sea of blood within a single day, reduced to ashes. Every monk within perished.
This included an elderly monk whose cultivation had reached the Quasi-Nirvana Realm, who also fell — his glabella pierced through, killed in an instant.
When this news spread, it immediately set off boundless waves. Everyone was shaken and horrified.
Behind the Floating Buddhist Temple stood Buddhist Mountain, which had existed for countless years, immensely ancient, tasked with guarding the vicious demon beside the Demon-Burying Abyss.
Yet in a single day and night, it turned to ash and dust, gone from the world.
A Quasi-Nirvana Realm monk, one who had devoted countless years to cultivating Buddhist dharma, died so miserably — a testament to the demoness in red’s terror and power.
Many people felt imperiled, worried that after her emergence, the demoness in red would slaughter in all directions. As of now, no one could think of any way to deal with her.
However, many were also puzzled, because they knew the seal within the Demon-Burying Abyss could have held for at least another half year. Why had the demon emerged early? What unknown events had transpired in between? When the demon of the Demon-Burying Abyss emerged, Gu Changge, the Saintess of Mortal Palace, Jin Chan the Chosen Monk, and the others had all entered it to subdue the demon, attempting to resolve this calamity.
Many people wondered and doubted, wanting to know whether this matter had anything to do with them.
Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence? Moreover, very few Cultivators escaped the Demon-Burying Abyss this time — many of the experts who went together perished in bloodshed within.
Buddhist Mountain suffered especially heavy losses. It was said that only Jin Chan, the Chosen Monk, survived.
The waves this matter stirred were not small. However, the forces behind Gu Changge, the Saintess of Mortal Palace, and Jin Chan the Chosen Monk were all extraordinary — no one dared speak recklessly. But this matter would ultimately require a resolution, and the cause of the demoness in red’s escape had to be found.
Soon, however, a piece of news spread, shaking everyone once more.
“What?!”
“The demoness in red of the Demon-Burying Abyss was released by Jin Chan, the Chosen Monk?!”
The many Cultivators and living beings who received this news were utterly shocked, frozen in place, unable to believe it. The various orthodoxies were immediately stirred, because the faction that released this news was none other than the Mortal Palace.
The Mortal Palace would not frame Buddhist Mountain without cause — there had to be some basis and reason for it.
“Jin Chan the Chosen Monk went to the Demon-Burying Abyss actually intending to take a Supreme Treasure of Buddhist Mountain sealed at its bottom. It was precisely because of this that the seal loosened and the demoness in red escaped.”
“Moreover, Jin Chan the Chosen Monk is the reincarnation of the former abbot of the Floating Buddhist Temple — the one bewitched by the demoness in red, his Buddha Heart thrown into chaos, who stole Buddhist Mountain’s Supreme Treasure in an attempt to dispel the Demonic Energy from the demoness in red, and in the end perished for unknown reasons...”
“I truly never imagined Buddhist Mountain had been hiding such a scandal all these years without a word of it leaking out!”
Countless Cultivators and living beings were shocked, feeling this news was simply too explosive. Buddhist Mountain, which always regarded itself as pure and lofty, had actually experienced such a thing. The abbot of the Floating Buddhist Temple was said to be a once-in-ten-million-years genius of Buddhist Mountain, possessing a Buddha Heart and wisdom bones, destined to become a sage and a Buddha — yet in the end he strayed onto the wrong path, bewitched by the demoness in red, his Buddha Heart thrown into chaos.
And once this news spread, shaking all sides, Buddhist Mountain — the party concerned — gave no response whatsoever.
In the eyes of many Cultivators, this was Buddhist Mountain’s tacit admission.
For a time, righteous indignation filled the air. Many people felt furious, and even supreme experts emerged, heading to Buddhist Mountain to demand an explanation — for they had clansmen who died miserably at the demoness in red’s hands, yet dared not seek revenge against her.
Facing the anger and condemnation of all the orthodoxies and great clans, Buddhist Mountain responded with silence.
Many Cultivators and living beings rushed toward Buddhist Mountain, demanding justice.
If Jin Chan the Chosen Monk hadn’t loosened the seal, how could the demoness in red have emerged early, catching everyone off guard?
Had there been a bit more time, they could have come up with a solution.
For this reason, many people went to Buddhist Mountain demanding an explanation. No matter what, this matter could not be separated from Jin Chan the Chosen Monk.
“In this matter, we are in the wrong. Buddhist Mountain cannot stand its ground.”
“However, it has little to do with Jin Chan. What he said...”
At this moment, within Buddhist Mountain’s resplendent golden hall, Buddhist light shone brilliantly everywhere, incomparably holy, Buddhist rhythm flowing. Many monks of profound cultivation gathered here, their bodies...
Jin Chan the Chosen Monk’s expression was complex — there was sorrow, anger, and sighing, but mostly an unruffled calm. The many rumors of the outside world seemed to have nothing to do with them.
The one speaking now was a kind-browed, gentle-eyed elderly monk wearing a somewhat worn monk’s robe, his aura faint and elusive.
As a person, it was as if no such person existed in these heavens and six realms.
His cultivation had reached a profound and unfathomable level, difficult to describe in words. His eyes were calm and clear.
Yet they also contained boundless, endless vicissitudes and depth, encompassing all the mysteries and laws of heaven and earth, with visions of universes evolving and myriad heavens collapsing emerging within.
Jin Chan the Chosen Monk’s face showed guilt as he knelt prostrate on the ground.
The elderly monk before him was none other than Ru Fo, the current abbot of Buddhist Mountain.
“I believe you in this matter. You were merely schemed against by Gu Changge. To have escaped with your life is already fortunate.”
Ru Fo shook his head slightly, kind-browed and gentle-eyed, giving off a sense of tranquility.
Hearing these words, Jin Chan the Chosen Monk’s heart also settled, the unease from before gone.
Even Buddhist Mountain could hardly protect him — they needed to give the various factions and orthodoxies an explanation.
This matter filled him with rage, but even more with helplessness. No matter how he argued, it would be difficult to change anything. Even if he explained that when he took the Zen Robe, he had intended to suppress the seal with another treasure — who would believe him? They would instead think he was making excuses and become even angrier.
No matter the angle, Gu Changge had him completely cornered.
He even felt that the reason the demoness in red had emerged was definitely because Gu Changge coveted that Supreme Treasure of Buddhist Mountain and took it, causing the seal to break.
And in the end, Gu Changge turned around and pinned the blame on him, even exposing the scandalous secrets of his past life.
Although this news had come from the Mortal Palace, he didn’t believe for a second that Gu Changge wasn’t the mastermind behind it.
These various actions filled him with fury while sending chills through his heart — this opponent was utterly terrifying.
For the sake of a single Supreme Treasure, he didn’t hesitate to release the demoness in red and bring calamity upon all living beings under heaven, while pushing the black pot completely clean. He took the Supreme Treasure for himself, brought disaster upon the world, and still walked away with a sterling reputation.