Chapter 1461 - 542: Yanfu Realm Heaven
"Ho, ha!"
"Ho, ha!"
The crowd gathered beside the firewood room of the Lotus Temple witnessed an extremely contrasting scene—a soft and childish chant was coming from the ferocious mouths of three wild boars.
With every charge, these three boars could shake the entire Lotus Temple... and even the whole Lotus Mountain.
For a moment, Zhou Xuan felt a bit disoriented; he had a sense that Lotus Mountain wasn’t part of the real world—it seemed more like a "painting."
Originally, this painting seemed to be held by the hand of an invisible giant, observing and playing.
The giant’s hand was static, and the painting remained still,
but the impact from the three boars hit the giant’s body every time, causing the body to sway, the hand to shake, and thus the painting to flutter.
"Ho, ha!"
It’s unclear how many times the three boars collided, their cheeks cracking with each hit, blood gushing forth,
but the boars were filled with war intent, launching another fierce assault on Lady Lianhua’s statue.
"Boom!"
"Crack!"
After a collision, the statue couldn’t withstand the blows anymore and was snapped in half.
The upper half of the statue fell heavily to the ground, shattering into a puddle of flesh and blood.
The puddle of flesh further dissolved, and Lotus Mountain’s color changed accordingly.
The earth sank, all lush vegetation withered visibly, darkening, decaying...
The mountain’s beasts and birds flying through the forest seemed to catch a rotting disease, losing fur and then having their flesh corrode away like it was burned by strong acid, leaving behind stark white skeletons that collapsed.
This rapid "death" scene was seen by Zhou Xuan only once before—in the "Returning Ruins Space."
Even aside from these creatures, the earth and temple succumbed to demise as well,
The ground beneath Zhou Xuan’s feet kept collapsing until it formed a massive deep pit.
Zhou Xuan, Zhou Lingyi, Yun Ziliang, Lord Jiu, Li Changxun and others all covered their noses at once,
because the sinking pit was filled with an overpowering, foul odor.
This stench was no longer just an invisible gas—more like layers of rotting, decayed corpses blanketing everyone, making the odor persist.
"It stinks so much, I can’t stand it, ugh... ugh... ooh..."
Among the three boars, Erwa was always intolerant of the Silver Bodhisattva Flower’s odor; the current flower’s stench was hundreds, thousands of times more pungent than at the firewood room... he couldn’t stand it anymore and vomited profusely.
"Erwa, go vomit elsewhere, you’re puking on me."
"Second brother, stretch your neck when vomiting, don’t make me puke too."
Big Child and Third Child regretted it greatly; they should have let Miss Qiang shape three separate pigs instead of a three-headed boar. With one pig each for the three children,
if Erwa puked, Big Child and Third Child could have run away immediately, not "waiting to puke" like they did now...
"What a smelly place, what a ferocious place."
Yun Ziliang came to and immediately felt a strong presence of evil qi, and couldn’t help sighing.
"Ya Zi, give me the Compass."
Li Changxun reached out his hand, requesting the Compass from Zhao Wuya, seeking dragons as two schools, sensing and acupoint.
The Acupoint School’s disciples excel at using the Compass; Li Changxun’s had long been destroyed, and he needed Zhao Wuya’s Compass to examine the terrain.
Zhao Wuya was naturally unwilling, he pouted, saying: "No, no, my Compass is clean. If I open it here, it’ll definitely stink."
"Less nonsense."
Li Changxun didn’t wait for Zhao Wuya to voluntarily surrender it; with a finger snap, he conjured a gust of wind, extracting the Compass from Zhao Wuya’s satchel.
Having the Compass in hand, Li Changxun immediately formed a sword point with his right hand, targeting the "heavenly pool" location on the Compass as he muttered incantations.
"Examining sands and inquiring water, acupoint division of gold."
Li Changxun’s Finger Power poured into the acupoint intent, making the Compass spin vigorously. Its pointer spun relentlessly like a fan.
Zhou Xuan approached and asked: "Mountain Ancestor, what are you doing?"
Now the entire Lotus Temple had turned into a massive pit, filled with evil qi, like a rusty knife coated with black dog blood, odorous and pungent with a hint of killing aura.
With the terrain so evident, is it even necessary to measure it with a Compass?
Li Changxun replied: "Mr., you may not know, though the current terrain is fiercely menacing, the appearance of this huge pit resembles a treasure ground for a yin dwelling.
Therefore, within this pit lies an illusory disguise. I’m using the Compass to remove this final layer of disguise."
"Ah... Mountain Ancestor, you seem unfamiliar today, I never imagined you could be so useful."
Zhou Xuan spoke directly.
Li Changxun: "..."
The Compass’s pointer spun rapidly, gathering and converging the qi within the pit,
A layer of ghastly red mist rose from the ground, forming a sea of fog.
While Li Changxun manipulated the Compass, Yun Ziliang was not idle; he knew what needed to be done.
He stepped into the Dragon Walk and Tiger Step, moving erratically over the red mist like a madman.
His steps seemed disorderly, but in Zhou Xuan’s eyes, they appeared precise, each step landing accurately on feng shui acupoints.