Chapter 489-2: Bloodbath at the All Evil Precious Temple, the Ancient Dragon Demon God (2)c

[You, holding a bloodstained dragon lance and wearing the End Dragon's Destruction Armor, are terrifying in bearing, your whole body overflowing with seething killing intent!]

[The senior monks in the great hall exchange glances with each other. In an instant, every one of them withdraws from beneath the girls and rises to their feet. The dancing courtesans scramble and flee in all directions, shrieking in chaos. The musicians clutch their instruments and press against the walls, trembling from head to toe.]

[Three senior monks dressed in crimson ritual robes step forward from among the crowd. Their bodies radiate an oppressive aura of malice so thick it is nearly tangible — each of them carries the prefix label Extreme Evil Dharma King of the All Evil Precious Temple.]

[The leading crimson-robed monk, with white eyebrows drooping past his chin and a bell-shaped skull cap atop his head, stares at you with eyes full of icy killing intent. He says coldly — which ancient dragon demon lord are you, to dare trespass upon the sacred land of the Mother Buddha of All Evils and slaughter the children of the Buddha?]

[Before you can answer, the second crimson-robed Dharma King, a heavyset monk with a ring of burn scars encircling his scalp, raises a massive black-iron monk's staff and bellows — there is no need to waste words with him! The Mother Buddha is watching over us from above! Kill him and offer his dragon blood as sacrifice to the Mother Buddha, and she will be greatly pleased!]

[The three Dharma Kings move simultaneously. The crimson robes billow as torrents of extreme evil malice erupt from their bodies, condensing into three enormous phantom Buddha images behind them — each phantom wears a savage expression, its features grotesquely distorted, its many arms holding aloft swords, pestles, chains, and skull-lanterns!]

[Battle initiated. You are engaging three Extreme Evil Dharma Kings simultaneously!]

Lin Xun's expression remained unmoved.

Three Dharma Kings. Below the god level, this counted as a fairly decent lineup. In an ordinary situation, even a genuine Living Buddha of the fourth fruit would likely feel pressure facing three Dharma Kings at once.

But he was currently possessing the Shell of the Knowledge-Seeking Primordial Ancient Dragon.

The gap was not merely one of level — it was a gap of entire orders of magnitude.

[The three phantom Buddha images charge toward you simultaneously, each one carrying enough power to flatten a small mountain. The great hall's stone floor shatters beneath the pressure, and the ceiling beams groan and begin to crack…]

[You stand motionless. The End Dragon's Destruction Armor gleams with cold dark purple light. You raise the dragon lance with one hand, and a single arc of dark destructive energy sweeps outward like a crescent moon, soundlessly and effortlessly — ]

[— and all three phantom Buddha images are severed cleanly in two.]

[The three Dharma Kings spit blood simultaneously. The white-eyebrowed old monk's crimson robe is torn open at the chest, and the burn-scarred heavyset monk crashes backward into the offering table, sending incense ash and fruit platters flying. The third Dharma King, a lean young monk with tattoos of hungry ghosts crawling across his shaved head, collapses to one knee, hands pressed to the floor, his arms shaking violently as he struggles to stand.]

[The white-eyebrowed old monk stares at you in genuine horror. His voice, once cold and commanding, is now shaking — you… the power of an authentic ancient dragon… what are you doing in Wusi City?!]

[You do not answer. You walk forward. The dragon lance rises and falls.]

[You defeated the Extreme Evil Dharma King of the All Evil Precious Temple x3. EXP increased significantly.]

[You obtained Large Chunk Spirit Essence of Profound Unfathomability x3]

[You obtained Skull Lantern of Myriad Malice (Epic weapon) x1]

[You obtained Three-Thousand-Ring Suppression Chain (Epic accessory) x1]

[The great hall falls into dead silence. The musicians and courtesans who had not yet escaped press themselves against the furthest walls, their faces drained of all color. Not one of them dares breathe loudly.]

[You step over the three fallen Dharma Kings and walk to the center of the great hall, where the main altar stands.]

[On the altar, a golden statue of the Mother Buddha of All Evils is enshrined — far smaller than the gigantic stone statue outside, but far more exquisitely crafted. Every line of its form is immaculate and seductive, the smile on its face carrying a languid, dreaming quality, as if it is aware of everything happening in this hall and finds it all deeply amusing.]

[You stare at the golden statue for a long moment.]

[Surrounding the altar are dozens of incense burners, and from every burner rise dense, twisting columns of black-tinged smoke. These smoke columns do not dissipate into the air — instead, they flow upward and gather at a single point above the altar, where they slowly condense into a dark, shimmering mass that pulses like a living heart.]

[That is the incense power of the Mother Buddha of All Evils, concentrated and stored here. Decades, perhaps centuries, of accumulated worship compressed into one seething, malevolent reservoir.]

[Current incense power stored at the All Evil Precious Temple main altar: Enormous.]

Lin Xun narrowed his eyes.

So the main body of the Mother Buddha of All Evils had not yet descended.

Either she had not yet noticed what was happening here — which was essentially impossible given the scale of the commotion he had made — or she had noticed, but was deliberately choosing not to show herself yet.

She was waiting. Watching.

Fine. He was in no hurry.

[You raise your free hand. The dark purple destructive energy of the End Dragon flows from your palm toward the nearest incense burner — ]

[The accumulated incense power in the burner writhes violently, as if in panic.]

[You smile and begin, slowly and deliberately, to drain it.]

[From the golden statue of the Mother Buddha of All Evils, an almost imperceptible vibration travels through the altar — ]

[A voice, carried on no wind, drifts into the great hall. It is low and melodious, carrying a faint undertone of something vast and ancient barely contained within feminine tones. It says — ]

[Little dragon. You have my attention now.]