The Demon with Holy Radiance-Chapter 116 - 101: Earth-Shaking Palm, That Old Fellow is So Cruel

Chapter 116: Chapter 101: Earth-Shaking Palm, That Old Fellow is So Cruel

Yang An dismissed the Buddha’s Radiant Wheel, caught his breath, and looked toward the statue.

Although he had killed Pu Miao and several other Monks from the White Buddha Temple, there was still an old Monk whose whereabouts were unknown and could return at any moment.

Time was tight, so he had to first take care of the promise he made to that Elder.

Otherwise, if that old Monk returned, he would have no way to resist him.

He might have been able to kill Pu Miao of the Visceral Stone Realm, but that didn’t mean he could fight an old Monk at the Corpse Transformation Realm—not even with the power of Flesh and Blood Rebirth.

The power difference between them was on another level entirely.

Dragging his body, which was nearly out of Mana, Yang An hurried toward the statue, his gaze fixed on the arrow among the twelve weapons in its hands.

But just as he was about to touch the arrow, disaster struck again.

A golden figure suddenly emerged from the depths of the darkness!

’Fuck!’

’Of all the times to show up... does it have to be this cliché?!’

Yang An caught a glimpse of that golden glint in his peripheral vision and had a terrible premonition. At that moment, his hand was less than three inches from the arrow.

But that short, three-inch distance, so close yet so far, felt like an impassable chasm.

The golden figure, which had been in the deep darkness just a blink ago, was now right in front of him. In that instant, time seemed to slow a thousandfold as a dazzling Golden Radiance smashed toward him.

If he were hit by this Golden Radiance, he would have no chance of touching the statue, and might not even be able to escape.

In that critical moment, Yang An summoned the Buddha’s Radiant Wheel he had just acquired.

A Light Wheel radiating a solemn, holy Buddha’s Radiance instantly appeared by Yang An’s side, attempting to block the incoming Golden Radiance.

But the instant the Buddha’s Radiant Wheel appeared, it touched the Golden Radiance and immediately dissipated into countless motes of light. The Golden Radiance continued unabated, slamming into Yang An’s body.

Yang An’s body couldn’t withstand the impact at all. He was sent flying and exploded into a bloody mist that landed over a hundred meters away.

The splattering blood even stained his head crimson.

At the same time, the old Monk’s figure appeared before him in a flash. He placed a hand on Yang An’s head, seemingly intending to annihilate his remaining flesh and blood.

But at that moment, Yang An, now just a blood-soaked head, suddenly broke into a savage grin.

Far away, upon the statue, a half-shredded arm landed on the arrow. Just before its flesh completely disintegrated, it used its last ounce of strength to wrench the arrow free!

SHREEEEK—

A low groan like scraping metal rang out.

At the same time, a massive amount of Golden Radiance pierced Yang An’s head, and countless cracks instantly spread across his face.

"Elder Miao Ye! Save me!"

Yang An roared with all his might.

BANG!

The moment the words left his lips, his head exploded, disintegrating into countless specks of ash under the Golden Radiance.

But just as Yang An was pulverized into dust, the ground beneath Grand Abbot De Lan’s feet began to tremble violently.

He was, after all, standing inside the Miaohua Celestial Sect—which was to say, inside the behemoth’s mouth.

De Lan’s normally impassive face changed in an instant, and he transformed into a streak of Golden Radiance to escape. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

But before he could flee from the enormous mouth, the maw at the entrance snapped shut.

The Golden Radiance that was De Lan didn’t slow down, punching a large hole straight through the thick, fleshy wall. He instantly appeared under the gloomy sky and fled into the distance, covering a thousand meters in the blink of an eye.

But just then, a colossal hand that seemed to blot out the sky suddenly pressed down from above.

The hand seemed to encompass the entire world, leaving no gaps. Like a great seal descending upon the land, it instantly caught the Golden Radiance that was De Lan and slammed down.

BOOM—

A tremor that shook the world, like a massive earthquake, reverberated everywhere. Whatever lay beneath that palm was utterly annihilated.

The giant hand pressed down again, forcing the ground a hundred meters lower. The entire land trembled and collapsed, kicking up a sky full of dust and smoke.

A long time passed before the giant hand finally ceased its movement.

In that instant, the entire world seemed to fall silent. Time stood still, and all was quiet. Only within the area covered by the massive hand did a rippling aura and endless power remain.

An unknown amount of time passed, as if all creation had fallen into stasis, when a tremendous sound suddenly broke the silence.

The head of the mountain-sized behemoth slowly split open, then broke apart and unfolded in all directions. Atop the endless flesh, a tall, fearsome, glaring statue was revealed.

Among the statue’s twelve outstretched arms, only one hand was empty, clenched into a tight fist. The arrow that Yang An had pulled out was now nowhere to be seen.

Just then, a still-beating, blood-drenched Heart emerged from the fleshy wall on the ground.

In an instant, countless strands of flesh and blood shot out from the Heart. With the Heart as its core, a complete body was woven together in just a few breaths.

Yang An’s eyes snapped open, his consciousness clearing in an instant.

’Where’s the old Monk?!’

He clearly remembered the old Monk pressing down on his head one second, and the next, his entire being, down to the last speck of flesh, had been turned to ash.

But now, the old Monk was nowhere to be seen, and he was still standing on the endless fleshy wall.

Above him, the giant head had split open, and two eyeballs, each the size of a basketball court, were staring down at him.

As a chill ran down his spine, Yang An finally realized he was safe. Even the mass of flesh inside his body had vanished without a trace.

’I’m saved!’

"Thank you, Elder!"

Yang An bowed deeply. In the presence of such a mighty figure, he was less than an ant and didn’t dare show any disrespect.

Since the being had kept its promise to resurrect him and reconstruct his body, it meant it had no intention of harming him for now. This made him heave a sigh of relief.

"There is no need for thanks, Friend. It is I who should be thanking you."

A voice entered Yang An’s ears, but he couldn’t tell where it was coming from. He could only look up at the two giant eyeballs above.

"Elder, that old Monk from just now..."

’I haven’t seen the old Monk since I regained consciousness. Did that bastard manage to escape?’

"He is dead."

The voice replied flatly.

"However, that was merely a splintered body. His true self is not here. It is too far away to be tracked."

Yang An was ecstatic upon hearing the first sentence, but his smile vanished when he heard what came next.

’These damned Monks are so crafty. The Monk killed by that old bastard back at the Xiyue River was a fake, and now this old Monk was a fake too.’

’Don’t tell me Pu Miao was also a fake?’

’But that seems impossible. After all, I got the Sacrificial Bones that were fused inside Pu Miao’s body. How could a fake body have brought Sacrificial Bones in here?’

’Looks like Pu Miao was the only one who came in his real body. He really... deserved to die.’

"Friend, the deed is done. As per our prior agreement, please state any request you have. As long as it is within my power, I will surely grant it."

The voice once again entered Yang An’s ears.

"Any wish at all?

Then, Elder, can you make me stronger than my Master? The two-headed old monster who came with me, he’s my Master."

Yang An asked excitedly. Since this Elder kept his promises, this was a rare and great opportunity.

"The Cultivation Technique you practice is different from mine, Friend. I cannot grant this request."

"..."

"Then, Elder, can you help me obtain the next part of my Cultivation Technique? My current Cultivation Technique only goes up to the Late Stage Primordial Feeding Realm, and I don’t have anything that comes after."

"Your Master and the other person who came with you have already left this place. They cannot be tracked."

"..."

Yang An had intended to see if the Elder had any other methods, like perhaps knowing some information related to his Cultivation Technique.

But he never expected to receive this piece of news instead.

’Wait... that old bastard really did ditch me and run?!’

Although Yang An had his suspicions when the old bastard told him to stay here and keep watch, it had just been a guess.

’I can’t believe it was true!’

’That old bastard is so ruthless!’

’We were supposed to be traveling together! Shouldn’t we come and go together? Even if you don’t care about your disciple’s life, you shouldn’t just abandon him!’

’And if you were going to abandon me, at least do it outside!’

’What’s the meaning of leaving me inside this Ancient Collection?’

If not for the agreement he had with Elder Miao Ye, and the fact that the Elder had honored his promise and saved his life at the critical moment...

Otherwise, he would have definitely died at the hands of that old Monk just now.

Yang An took a deep breath, trying to calm the rage burning in his heart.

But...

’Damn it! I can’t hold it in!’

"Elder, why don’t you help this junior annihilate my sect?"

"My apologies. I am temporarily unable to leave this place. However, if you are willing to wait, Friend, I might be able to grant this request in several decades."

"..."

"Then never mind."

Yang An shook his head. If he had to wait decades, he might as well do it himself.

Decades were too long; he wanted to seize every moment.

After all that, he had made several requests in a row, but Elder Miao Ye couldn’t fulfill any of them. This quickly dampened Yang An’s earlier excitement and anticipation.

’It seems this so-called "within my power" only applies to things that can be done inside this Ancient Collection, and even then, the requests can’t be too outrageous.’

After thinking for a moment, Yang An decided to maximize his potential gains and asked:

"Elder, are there any Techniques here? Could you allow this junior to take a look?"

’Based on the information he got from touching the Twelve Royal Treasures, and even the name Miaohua Celestial Sect, this Ancient Hidden Land had to have been a Sect. It must have hidden all sorts of things.’

’Yang An could care less about other things, but Techniques were essential.’

’Surely it can grant this simple request, right?’

But unexpectedly, when Yang An made this new request, the answer was still no...

"To be honest, Friend, this Sect was destroyed long ago, and all of its former possessions have been lost. I’m afraid I cannot grant this request either."

"..."

Yang An suddenly felt like he had been tricked, toyed with.

’What happened to granting any request within its power?’

But just as Yang An was growing dejected and about to give up—thinking he might as well just have the Elder owe him a favor instead—the voice spoke again.

"However, I see that you primarily cultivate Light Magic, Friend. I presume you have a need for Light Magic Techniques."

"Although no Magic Scriptures remain here, there is still a residual aura of a Technique within that Monk’s splintered body from earlier. It should be very suitable for you, Friend."

"If you need it, Friend, I can help you preserve the aura of this Technique."