Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 1936: Chapter 1932: The Sky-Supporting Pillar, Suppressing All Evil (First Update)

Aside from this, there were clusters of white clouds floating in the sky.

Upon those clouds stood grand and glorious temples, resplendent in gold and jade.

These temples showed no sign of any person entering or leaving, yet from within came the faint sound of mighty chanting, immersing the entire sky in a sacred and solemn atmosphere that left one astonished.

But Xue An’s focus was not on these temples; instead, he was drawn to the distant horizon.

Right at the junction between heaven and earth, a massive iron pillar stood erect, piercing the sky.

This iron pillar seemed like a sky-reaching column emerging from the earth, standing alone in the desert.

Even from such a distance, the golden scriptures densely carved on the pillar were visible.

The entire world was terrifyingly quiet, allowing one to hear the delicate sound of wind moving sand.

Xue An’s expression gradually grew solemn.

He faintly sensed a vast, mighty evil force gathering underground, only to be suppressed by that pillar.

Yet as time passed, the light in the sky was weakening, and the evil force below was growing stronger.

Just at this moment.

A sudden rumbling echoed from the sky, followed by the sight of a colossal Buddha statue, facing Earth from outer space, slowly beginning to turn.

In an instant, the statue turned its back to the earth.

It was at this moment that the sky darkened completely.

The iron pillar began to violently tremble, signaling the unchecked power of the dark forces beneath.

Boom!

Finally, the ground split into enormous fissures, like grotesque and terrifying mouths grinning wickedly at the sky.

Immediately, an intense darkness billowed out from those fissures, and then hordes of horrific evil creatures surged out, akin to swarms of ants.

As they crawled onto the surface, the iron pillar trembled sharply, its carvings glowing brilliantly, transforming into immense scriptures that smashed onto these evil creatures.

Boom boom boom!

Where the golden light passed, the evil creatures that had just emerged were instantly reduced to flying ash.

Yet the creatures underground appeared endless, continuously surging out wildly.

Gradually, the golden light atop the pillar began to thin, and the tremors grew in intensity, clearly unable to hold on.

Xue An stood high in the sky, quietly observing the scene below, then prepared to intervene.

At this moment, the chanting from the floating temples in the sky suddenly amplified.

Then a golden light shot forth from one of the temples, directly heading for the iron pillar.

Though darkness engulfed the earth, under Xue An’s divine sense, nothing escaped notice.

He saw a meditation mat at the top of the pillar, and when the golden light flashed, a slender monk, with a faintly glowing Golden Wheel behind him, appeared on the mat.

This monk sat cross-legged, his face compassionate, as he began to chant the scriptures loudly.

Each verse turned into boundless floral rain, falling gracefully.

Yet these seemingly delicate floral rains held enormous destructive power against the evil creatures—touching it would turn them into flying ash.

But the sheer number of these creatures was overwhelming, gushing from the fissures like bubbling black springs, indistinguishable as individuals.

Even the rain from the scriptures couldn’t stop the invasion of these creatures.

Many creatures climbed the pillar, and while its inscriptions continuously shattered them, they still ascended, one after the other.

The monk’s chanting accelerated, his mat suddenly sprouting sharp vines that pierced into his body.

Then they began to extract blood ravenously from the monk, visibly golden through the transparent veins.

His face paled, eyes slowly closing, but the pace of chanting remained unchanged.

Simultaneously.

After absorbing the monk’s blood, the golden scriptures on the pillar flared intensely, instantly pulverizing all creatures clinging to it.

With the enhancement of mana, the pillar became stable, the ground cracks diminished, and the number of creatures declined.

Witnessing this scene, even Xue An couldn’t help but be moved.

For he could clearly feel the monk’s life force diminishing rapidly.

This was completely sacrificing his life to suppress the evil creatures.

Xue An sighed softly, stepping out from the darkness, and with a raised hand, unleashed a sword strike.

Boom!

The strike swept across the battlefield like a rush of mercury; every creature it touched vanished into dust without a sound.

After the strike, not a single evil creature remained; only the black, gaping fissures on the earth.

Yet within a mere moment, the creatures reduced to dust reappeared before him.

Xue An slightly raised an eyebrow, surprise flickering in his eyes.

What is happening?

At this moment, a gentle, broad voice echoed in Xue An’s consciousness.

"Mighty Sword Cultivator, it’s useless. These creatures born from the Earth’s evil aura cannot be eradicated by any means other than cleansing with Buddhist teachings."

Xue An raised his head to look at the monk on the distant pillar.

At this moment, he sat serenely, gold light shining around, like a burning torch in the darkness, stirring the soul.

As Xue An looked at him, the monk slowly raised his head to meet Xue An’s gaze, a faint smile appearing on his dignified face.

"Such a strong outsider has entered here; it seems this pure land finally holds hope!"

With those words, a fish-belly white appeared on the distant horizon, and then the brightness began to spread rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, half of the sky glowed, and the Buddha statue that had turned away began to slowly face them.

The creatures shrieked collectively, vanishing into the void, while the earth’s fissures quickly sealed, as if nothing had occurred.

Yet amidst this rapid transformation, the monk on the mat withered swiftly.

Indeed!

Withered.

His already slender figure visibly grew gaunt, while his face aged bit by bit.

Soon.

He became as dry and skeletal as a withered corpse, striking horror into those who looked upon him.