Chapter 344: Chapter 19: Words Cannot Enlighten the Wicked, Only the Blade and Sword

"What happened?"

In the depths of the starry sky, the many Little Saints and dozen or so Grand Grade Minor Saints who had gathered here, filled with righteous indignation, were all stunned.

They were perched atop a dying star, listening to the mournful cry of the Great Cosmos as tears of blood streamed involuntarily from their eyes!

The Demon Race’s Little Saints were horrified, the hairs on their bodies standing on end. They tried to stop weeping but were utterly unable. They were all crying, all weeping blood!

A Grand Grade Minor Saint with dragon horns said in terror:

"This is a celestial phenomenon! All things weep blood, and heaven and earth grieve as one. This is..."

"The sign of an Immortal’s fall." A heavy voice emerged from the tombs and graves in the distance.

Ignoring the tears of blood streaming from their eyes, the many Little Saints and Grand Grade Minor Saints quickly turned and bowed in respect.

At the very edge of this cosmic graveyard, an incredibly imposing figure sat upright. He spoke:

"A great change must have occurred in the Origin Land. An Immortal has died... In an age where this world’s power ceiling is only the Grand Grade, how could an Immortal perish?"

The Little Saints exchanged glances. The Grand Grade Minor Saint with dragon horns gathered his courage and asked respectfully,

"My lord, since an Immortal has fallen in the Origin Land, that means it has fallen into chaos. Should we... take this opportunity to storm the gates?"

"There is no rush."

The figure sitting on the edge of the great cosmic tomb extended a finger out from it, causing the Cosmos to begin to collapse. The finger, too, began to show signs of disintegration.

He quickly retracted his finger and said flatly,

"We wait. We wait. The time is not yet right. The treasure ark has not been forged, and we cannot walk in this world. We wait."

The Demons exchanged glances, then bowed respectfully once more.

"We respectfully obey the Decree of the Heaven-Reaching Demon Saint!"

.........

「The Interstice」

The Three-Faced Evil Buddha coughed up blood, two of his faces clawed to a pulp. The White Dragon, whose divine Form spanned a hundred thousand li, was not faring well either—his scales were shattered, and one of his horns had been broken off.

"Old Sha, did you have to be so vicious?" the White Dragon roared. "My horn is broken! Who knows how many years it will take to heal? You’re ruining my image!"

The Three-Faced Evil Buddha sneered.

"Dragons are lustful by nature. Now that your looks are ruined, you won’t be able to go chasing skirts in the Human World. You’ll have more time for Cultivation and scheming. I’m doing this for your own good!"

"Bullshit!"

The White Dragon raged.

"With your sickly, greenish-black face, your barefoot and sinewy frame, and the weird corners of your mouth, you’re just jealous of my divine, handsome features! Old Sha, you’ve been plotting this for a long time!"

The Three-Faced Evil Buddha chuckled, cracking his knuckles.

"Come on, again! Let me break your other horn. We’ll talk after we’ve settled this..."

Suddenly, the interstice trembled. The eyes of both the Buddha and the dragon involuntarily welled up, but they managed to stop the tears of blood before they could fall.

"This is..." The White Dragon’s expression changed. "Has a Celestial Venerable or a Buddha died?"

The Three-Faced Evil Buddha’s expression changed as well, all three of his faces twisting into grimaces.

"It’s not in the interstice. It’s in the Great Heaven and Earth, in the Great Cosmos itself. An Immortal has fallen. How strange. The world hasn’t even recovered yet; how could they have fought?"

After a pause, he mused,

"Was it a fight between other Immortals and Buddhas who forcibly returned, like you and me? Or did one of the new Immortals, born after the apocalypse, perish?"

"I don’t know." The White Dragon was also growing wary. "The former would be one thing, but if it’s the latter... the waters of this Current World are likely deeper than we imagined."

The Buddha and the dragon looked at each other in silence. After a long moment, they both sighed, then clashed once more, their battle resuming. They held back from landing a killing blow, yet their attacks were merciless.

The Evil Buddha’s shouts were like thunder, his movements like a whirlwind.

The White Dragon’s roars were like the tide, its five sharp claws glinting with a vicious light.

Each served their own master, not by their own will.

As they fought, the Buddha and the dragon began to weep. The Three-Faced Evil Buddha cried,

"I cry for the fall of the Immortal."

"Then so do I," the White Dragon also cried, grappling with the Evil Buddha, their bodies covered in wounds.

.........

「Celestial Master’s Mansion」

Ben Bo’Erba wept tears of blood, but Zhu Wuneng held his back. He gazed at the magnificent spectacle of the torrential blood rain outside the mansion and marveled,

"To think the Human Saint could truly battle an Immortal. And Lu Zi didn’t use any power beyond that very title..."

He paused, clicking his tongue in amazement.

"I once argued with Old Sha and Xiaobai about whether Master Kong could defeat an Immortal. They both said he couldn’t. Hmph. If only they could see this grand spectacle!"

As he spoke, the portly old man sighed with regret and muttered to himself,

’Speaking of which, I wonder how Old Sha and Xiaobai are doing... Old Sha forced an early return, which means he’s probably fine. But what about Xiaobai? He should still be safe, right?’

"Don’t worry."

Yang Erlang, who was standing beside him, patted the portly old man’s shoulder.

"When the final calamity erupted, I caught a glimpse. The Sandalwood Merit Buddha was cast into Reincarnation and Sun Monkey was sealed away. Other than that, everyone was fine."

"Sigh..." The portly old man sighed again, his expression fraught with worry. "I just have a bad feeling... But back to the matter at hand. Now that Lu Zi has slain an Immortal, everything should be settled, right?"

"The dust has settled," Li Changgeng affirmed. He then subconsciously glanced at the unconscious girl and was taken aback.

"Why isn’t she crying?"

The few Ancient Immortals glanced over, equally stunned. An Existence that surpassed the limits of the world had fallen; heaven and earth grieved, and all creation wept with them. It was an effect that no one beneath the level of Immortal could avoid... So why wasn’t this girl weeping?

The Ancient Immortals exchanged bewildered glances.

Meanwhile, outside.

The divine corpse fell from the heavens, crashing onto Dragon Tiger Mountain. As the Divine Mountain trembled, a chain of palaces and jade pavilions collapsed in its wake.

In the distance, the crowd stared blankly at the scene, listening to the world’s mournful cry as tears of blood streamed from their eyes.

"D-Dead?" Guan Tong looked around blankly and swallowed hard. "You old coot, did your divination get it wrong...?"

"No... I didn’t." Zhuge Suan snapped back to his senses, every hair on his body standing on end. He felt a great chill erupt from the base of his spine, surging through his entire body in an Instant!