Martial Arts Domination: Start with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique
Chapter 657 - 467: Revival of the Six Ancestors of Buddhism! Demon Race Visits from Primordial Chaos!

Chapter 657: Chapter 467: Revival of the Six Ancestors of Buddhism! Demon Race Visits from Primordial Chaos!

The dark sea waters churn slowly, while dense fog blankets the surface, and an ancient temple looms indistinctly within the fog.

Amidst the howling of the sea winds, a different kind of sound can be heard, resembling the chanting of monks as well as the wailing of mortals.

Just then.

Whoosh!

A streak of light pierces through the thick fog.

A gigantic Peng bird, spanning a thousand zhang, stirs up endless waves with the beating of its wings and arrives in front of the ancient temple, gradually descending to reveal its human form.

He slowly advances, stands before the grand entrance of the ancient temple, and with solemnity extends his hand to knock on the firmly shut doors.

"Demon Court Peng Liu, specially requesting an audience."

The Roc Demon speaks out loudly, his voice calm and emotionless, making it impossible for others to discern his thoughts.

And just as his words fall, the ancient temple, built within the Sea of Rules and never revealed to outsiders, slowly opens its massive doors.

Boom!

The sound as loud as thunder reverberates through the murky and tranquil Sea of Rules.

A monk, gaunt and with a pained expression, has already clasped his hands together in prayer, waiting within the temple’s gates.

"Benevolent sir, please come with me."

The monk speaks calmly and then immediately turns around, walking toward the depths of the temple.

He moves like a phantom, disappearing from sight within a few steps.

The Roc Demon, seeing this, is not surprised, nods slightly, steps into the temple in a single stride, and vanishes like a breeze from where he stood.

Along the way, countless creatures can be seen reciting scriptures and worshiping Buddha, and there are chilling mountains of white bones piled high, as well as surging devout aspirations that cover the Firmament.

However, both the monk and the Roc Demon have grown accustomed to such sights, showing no particular interest.

It is only when a somewhat gloomy hall appears in sight that the Roc Demon’s expression changes slightly, with a hint of gravity in his eyes.

The doors of the hall are wide open, revealing everything within without any attempt to conceal.

There, he sees six emaciated old monks and six towering, majestic Buddhist statues with various expressions.

Perhaps by coincidence, when the Roc Demon looks toward the hall, the six emaciated old monks and the six statues all turn to look at him at the same time.

A chill goes down the Roc Demon’s spine.

The next moment.

"Please enter, benevolent sir."

The voice of the guiding monk suddenly reaches his ears, causing a slight shiver in his mind and bringing him back to his senses.

Without notice, the monk and the Roc Demon are already standing outside the great hall.

"Very well."

The Roc Demon suppresses the myriad thoughts in his mind, nods in agreement, and then takes another step forward into the gloomy great hall.

"Why does the Peng King not go to Spirit Mountain, but instead travel from afar to the Sea of Rules? What does this signify?"

An old monk speaks slowly.

The Roc Demon hears the question but does not respond; instead, his gaze sweeps over the hall, taking in the six statues, and then calmly replies, "How can one travel to Spirit Mountain if it hides itself?"

Almost at the instant his words are uttered, frost suddenly burgeons within the hall and swiftly spreads towards the feet of the Roc Demon.

"It is best if the Peng King sticks to the matter at hand. If you bring up pointless things again, I fear you might not be able to leave this temple today."

Another old monk speaks again.

The Lingshan Buddhist Sect, which had been attacked and forced into seclusion, with the culprit still at large, considers this a disgrace.

Now, a member of the Demon race points this out in their presence, which feels like a direct insult to them—how could the old monks not be infuriated?

Yet another old monk sneers, "Could it be that you are not of the Demon race and unaware that half of your race was annihilated by a single sword strike?"

The Demon race is no better off than the Buddhist Sect, in fact, even worse; not to mention the demon clans exterminated outside the Human Clan Immortal Dynasty’s Northern Territory, but later on a single sword strike wiped out half of the demon race on the entire Cang Mang Continent.

How could this great Peng bird have the audacity to stand before them and mock their Buddhist Sect?

Yet the Roc Demon is not annoyed by the words, instead, he nods seriously and responds, "The King is aware of this and has come for this very reason."

After saying this, he sweeps his gaze over the six old monks, speaking with a chilling tone, "Members of the Buddhist Sect, don’t you wish to capture that scourge?"

Upon hearing this, the old monks exchange glances, then speak calmly, "Which prominent figure of the Demon race has awakened?"

After several encounters with Qin Zheng, they understand that those below Primordial Chaos will perish one after another.

To capture Qin Zheng, it’s necessary for a being of Primordial Chaos to take action personally; only then is there a chance of success.

The Demon race should also be aware of this fact.

The Roc Demon, hearing this, smiles confidently, though he does not answer the monks’ question, but instead shifts the topic, "I imagine the Buddhist Sect must also have a prominent figure awakening."

"The King comes here today as a representative to relay a message from the elder ancestor who has awakened in my Demon race, inviting comrades from Spirit Mountain to join forces and capture that scourge once and for all!"

The few old monks’ eyes narrow slightly upon hearing this.

Although they have anticipated this, the quiet resurgence of a Primordial Chaos figure within the Demon race still exerts tremendous pressure on them.

As beings of Primordial Chaos awaken from their slumber, the Cang Mang Continent is on the brink of an era of terrifying strife.

Many thoughts flash through their minds in an instant.

"If the Demon race has a Primordial Chaos being awakened, why not take action directly? Could it be that the scourge could escape from Primordial Chaos?"

An old monk asks as though curious.

But at the moment his words fall.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort suddenly sounds in the heart, terrifying and overwhelming demonic power burst forth from within, ravaging everything the destructive power touches.

Bang!!

In an instant, the old monk’s body explodes, turning into a cloud of blood mist.