Chapter 320: Seeking One's Own Path to Death?

Above Jingyuan Pass, Kunlun looked somewhat bewildered.

Curious about Wang Ping's expedition, he had been watching from afar, only to see Wang Ping blunder headlong into the Brahma Nation's trap like a headless fly.

"That's it?"

Kunlun tilted his head, finding it a little unbelievable. He hadn't expected Wang Ping to just charge in completely unprepared.

Wasn't this just throwing his life away?

Then he heard the Heaven-Stealing Thief fail to hold back a laugh in his sea of consciousness. "Kunlun, I'll be perfectly honest with you—this isn't something you should be worrying about."

What did that mean?

Did Senior Brother Gan think he wasn't smart?

Kunlun felt a little indignant. He admitted he was a bit lacking compared to those top-tier True Transmission disciples, but surely he was still above average?

"Then how do you think he can break this deadlock, Senior Brother Gan?" Kunlun had to ask.

At the very least, he couldn't see a way out. The Brahma Nation had clearly been ruthless. With three disciples from the Arhat Seats present, even if he joined the fray himself, it wouldn't change a thing.

Soon, the Heaven-Stealing Thief gave his response: "I don't know."

"Even you don't know, Senior Brother Gan?" Kunlun cast a sidelong glance.

"It's better that I don't know." The Heaven-Stealing Thief didn't care at all, chuckling lightly. "If he couldn't even keep his plan from me, how could he hide it from the big shots above?"

...

Inside the Purple Gourd, Wang Ping's expression turned grim.

As the purple qi churned, Baohu's figure emerged. A smile played on her lips, her green eyes staring fixedly as she scrutinized Wang Ping.

"Amitabha."

Baohu could naturally tell that the combat strength Wang Ping just displayed was even weaker than the last time. He didn't seem to be wearing that Martial Dao Spiritual Armor, either.

"Well done, well done."

"Benefactor is willing to help others achieve their goals; that in itself is a great merit. Rest assured, this poor nun will not kill you, Benefactor. Please, just wait here for a moment."

Seeing this, Wang Ping sneered.

"Wishful thinking!"

With that, he drew the Battle-Victorious Demon-Quelling Blade, attempting to hack his way out of the gourd's space. Baohu paid it no mind, merely viewing him as a cornered beast making its final struggle.

However, just to be safe, she activated the Deep Blue Eyes Phase to glimpse the future. Soon, scenes flashed before her eyes. Without exception, all of them showed Wang Ping struggling desperately to no avail. This deepened the smile on Baohu's face.

'It's a pity my Deep Blue Eyes Phase is not yet fully perfected.'

'Otherwise, I wouldn't just be looking an incense stick's time into the future. I would be able to observe the flow of time and space across the world, or even directly see the outcome of this great war.'

This was an extremely important profundity.

If not for this, she wouldn't be so highly regarded by the Brahma Nation, nor would she have been able to ask Arhat Shengle to personally secure these benefits to help her cultivate this Brahma phase.

'My merit and virtue will reach perfection today!'

...

Meanwhile, inside the Ancient Chan Forest Monastery.

Among the Brahma Cultivators, Jinchi stood with one hand held vertically before his chest. Then, he opened his mouth and spat, activating his great vow and Divine Powers simultaneously. They transformed into a golden rod that smashed down with a boom.

"Strike!"

This rod radiated millions of rays of golden light, looking utterly divine. However, if one were actually tainted by it, a decaying stench would instantly erupt, rotting away all magical power and Divine Powers.

Furthermore, unlike Jin Hai and his monstrous sea of filth, Jinchi had condensed all the infinite profundities of the Great Golden Wheel Wisdom King into this single golden rod. It might lack Jin Hai's wide-area destruction, but in a one-on-one fight, the corrosive profundity of this golden rod was actually a notch superior.

Yet right at that moment.

One of the eight surrounded inner sect disciples suddenly stepped forward. He wore Daoist robes and held a jade bottle in his hand, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

"I'll do it."

With that, he pulled a seed from his sleeve and tossed it into the air. At the same time, he inverted the jade bottle, pouring out an endless stream of light to empower the seed.

In an instant, the seed planted itself in the void, taking root and sprouting. In just a few breaths, it transformed into a towering tree. When Jinchi's golden rod struck the trunk, it failed to corrode it. Instead, its profundity was converted, feeding the tree's majestic vitality.

"This..."

Jinchi frowned at the sight, instantly recognizing his opponent's origins. "He's from Wanshou Immortal Peak. These people counter the lineage of my Great Golden Wheel Wisdom King."

Wanshou Immortal Peak specialized in cultivating spiritual plants.

The Great Golden Wheel Wisdom King's historically flawless corrosive profundity fell short against the disciples of this immortal peak, unable to unleash even thirty percent of its full power.

Similar situations were not rare.

Nurong, under the Great Joy Wisdom King, clashed with Fairy Hehuan of Bliss Immortal Peak. For a time, the world turned a dazzling white as all sorts of desires and flames of passion boiled over.

Yet they were evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand.

Suoze, under the Great Tara Wisdom King, went up against Mingdaozi of Mingzhen Immortal Peak. Countless scriptures blanketed the sky and earth, one posing questions while the other solved them.

As for Wu Chi, under the Great Majestic Virtue Wisdom King, he was the most straightforward, possessing nothing that could be directly countered. However, he had only just recovered from severe injuries. In the end, Bailing, an inner sect disciple from Dragon Rearing Immortal Peak, sacrificed all his raised demonic beasts to block him, forcing a temporary stalemate.

Not far away, Jingshan shook his head at the sight.

"Those under the Wisdom Kings really are unreliable."

It still requires those of us from the Arhat Seats to settle things... Thinking this, he raised the Copper Bowl he had been holding all along.

This treasure was named the World-Begging Alms Bowl.

He belonged to the seat of Tuobo Luohan, and the World-Begging Alms Bowl was a Spiritual Treasure crafted in imitation of the Alms Bowl held in his master's hand.

Its profundity was actually quite simple. To put it plainly, it was "begging." Everything under the heavens—from life and cultivation to Divine Powers and destiny forms—could be begged away out of thin air!

"Praying for alms to relieve hardship, to solve an urgent crisis."

The Copper Bowl instantly lit up.

Two inner sect disciples were currently blocking his path. One was Yanyun from Xuanyi Immortal Peak, and the other was Fairy Jizhen from Wugu Immortal Peak.

Both of them excelled at entanglement and stall tactics.

Yet in the very next second, their figures seemed to be swallowed by an invisible, gaping maw, vanishing in the blink of an eye. Their destiny forms and Divine Powers dissipated into nothingness alongside them.

Dead?

Before a smile could even surface on Jingshan's face, flames ignited in the void. Then, the two who had just been instantly killed walked right back out of the fire, completely unharmed!

All that remained in their original spot was a talisman, burned to ash.

Thousand-Gold Life-Buying Talisman!

Xuanlongzi had drawn this talisman before, and Kunyun had once used it to save his life while crossing his life tribulation. Now, its profound power was impressively displayed once again.

Seeing this, Jingshan frowned and looked at the Copper Bowl in his hand. The lives of the two he had originally begged away were gradually fading. Clearly, they were not real, but a fabricated illusion. To be able to escape a Spiritual Treasure showed just how profound the Thousand-Gold Life-Buying Talisman was.

He was no stranger to this talisman, either.

"Human yang water, a method governed by the Three Rivers Guild Profit Flow Market Qi... After the Great Rebellion, the water qi of the Immortal Gate was revered as supreme. It truly deserves its reputation as the most difficult path to deal with."

But that was all.

"The imagery of the Three Rivers Guild Profit Flow Market Qi focuses on trade. Its profundity emphasizes buying and selling. Where there is buying, there must be selling. Buying alone cannot be called trade."

Jingshan possessed quite a bit of cultivation attainment. He let out a ringing laugh.

"You just bought your lives. Now, even if you still have another Thousand-Gold Life-Buying Talisman, you can't use it. For a bought life, the next transaction can only be to sell it."

"Surrender without a fight!"

With that, the Copper Bowl rose again.

Jingshan's demeanor was full of composure. He didn't even intend to kill them. After all, these Tribulation Transcending Third Layer cultivators were all excellent talents, perfectly suited to be fully converted and brought back to the Brahma Nation.

Yet right at that moment.

"Rise!"

Among the inner sect disciples, a cultivator held up an array disk. With Divine Powers enhancing him and his destiny form shifting, he had pushed his magical power to the absolute limit.

"Hm?" Jingshan frowned. "A formation from Jiutian Immortal Peak?"

"Stop him!"

As his voice fell, Xuxing, a disciple under another Arhat Seat, snapped his head over. Taking a single step, he appeared right in front of the array disk cultivator!

"Amitabha."

Xuxing wore a smile. The monk's spade in his hand was already glowing, ready to smash the opponent to pieces. However, in that exact moment, his vision suddenly pitched black.

It wasn't because he had been hit by some profundity, but a literal darkness... A massive tidal wave had risen from the ground, casting a sky-blotting shadow. As everyone looked closer, they realized this wave was actually composed of tens of thousands, perhaps even a hundred thousand, assorted talismans.

And beneath the wave stood a deathly pale cultivator.

"Ten Thousand Dharmas Immortal Peak... talismans?"

Xuxing furrowed his brows.

In the next second, the wave of talismans instantly exploded into flames. The raging fire burned the entire Ancient Chan Forest Monastery until the space warped and blurred.

"Three Rivers Guild Profit, a moment is worth a thousand gold!"

Using a massive volume of talismans in tandem with the Three Rivers Guild Profit Flow Market Qi, this inner sect disciple from Ten Thousand Dharmas Immortal Peak had completed the greatest transaction of his life.

Buying time.

A full quarter-hour of time vanished in an instant. This accelerated time was poured entirely into the inner sect disciple desperately powering the formation.

As a result, the formation that should have required much more time to set up was completed in an instant.

Immediately after, an exquisite miniature treasure ship appeared in the center of the array disk. It was the very Frontier-Expanding Void-Crossing Ship that Luan Phoenix Khan had given to Wang Ping before he died!

"Boom!"

The array disk empowered the Frontier-Expanding Void-Crossing Ship, piercing the void and shattering space. It smashed the blockade inside the Ancient Chan Forest Monastery on the spot, blasting open a path.

"Go!"

In a flash, the eight inner sect disciples—who had previously been routed, with a few even in mortal peril—vanished from the Ancient Chan Forest Monastery.

Faced with such a scene, even Jingshan was briefly stunned, but his expression soon shifted back to relaxed composure.

"Hmph, trying to escape?"

Naive!

Although the Frontier-Expanding Void-Crossing Ship could shuttle through the void, its energy consumption was massive. The sword-contention battlefield was heavily sealed off; no matter how far they fled, they couldn't escape the bounds of the Eight Treasure Table.

Besides, looking at their direction, they were heading for Jingyuan Pass.

Did they really not know they had already been deemed expendable pawns by the Immortal Gate? Even if they managed to flee to Jingyuan Pass, the Immortal Gate wouldn't let them in.

They were merely seeking their own path to death!

Meanwhile, Xuxing, the disciple under the other Arhat Seat, had already stepped forward. Cultivating under Arhat Bahai, he was inherently skilled at shuttling through the void.

"Well done, well done."

"I traverse three thousand worlds and ten trillion Brahma lands without hindrance!"

As his voice fell, Xuxing's figure closely followed the Frontier-Expanding Void-Crossing Ship, vanishing from the Ancient Chan Forest Monastery as he chased after them toward Jingyuan Pass.

Not a single one would escape!

Watching from afar, Jingshan chuckled inwardly. 'Junior Brother Xuxing sure is impatient. It seems he's just a bit short of passing his Buddhist examination. Fine, then I'll share a piece of the merit with him.'

The outcome was already decided!

Since things had reached this point, let alone that Dousheng—who had already been subdued by Senior Sister Baohu—even if he were let out, he would be powerless to reverse the situation. He would still suffer a crushing defeat!

Suddenly, Jingshan froze.

Looking toward Jingyuan Pass, he actually saw a figure strolling out to meet the fleeing Frontier-Expanding Void-Crossing Ship.

Who was that?