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Chapter 522 The Annoying Mount Sumeru

Heavenly Sword Pavilion.

Jian Shisan stood before the mountain gate, the Zhuxian Sword in front of him, its crimson light dimming like a candle flame about to go out.

His right hand was split open at the base of his thumb, and blood was flowing down the hilt of the sword, drop by drop, like a faucet that hadn't been turned off properly.

He had several wounds on his body, the deepest of which cut from his left shoulder to his right rib, revealing the bone underneath.

The white bones were stained with blood; it looked painful.

But he remained expressionless, as if the wound wasn't on his own body.

Below and in front of him, hundreds of celestial immortals and human immortal-level extraterrestrial creatures were densely packed together, none of them intact.

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion were cleaning up the battlefield, carrying away the corpses of their comrades, and piling up the corpses of the extraterrestrial creatures, preparing to skin and gut them for use as materials.

No one spoke; only the sound of sword blades scraping against their sheaths and heavy footsteps could be heard.

When Jian Shisan saw Lin Chen, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly; from that angle, it could barely be considered a smile.

"Young Master Lin, please excuse my poor appearance."

Lin Chen nodded slightly: "The Zhuxian Sword is making the best use of your resources."

Jian Shisan didn't say anything more, but he gripped the Zhuxian Sword tightly.

Lin Chen explained the sealing of the extraterrestrial passage and the meeting to be held in seven days.

Jian Shisan nodded: "I will go to the Heavenly Sword Pavilion."

Lin Chen took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, tossed it to Jian Shisan, and then disappeared from the spot.

Jian Shisan opened the porcelain bottle and saw a pill exuding the aura of a True Monarch lying inside.

He looked up at the spot where Lin Chen had disappeared, remaining silent for a long time.

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Mount Sumeru.

Lin Chen searched for a long time before finally finding the entrance to Mount Sumeru.

These bald monks are incredibly good at hiding; their mountain gate is concealed in the void.

There were no coordinates, no markers, and not even divine sense could detect it; it was like a drop of water merging into the ocean.

Lin Chen patiently searched for a while before finally sensing traces of spatial fluctuations above a desolate mountain.

It was very faint, so faint that it was almost non-existent, like a ripple on the surface of water that was about to disappear.

Lin Chen locked onto the mark with his divine sense, raised his hand, and grabbed at the void.

Five fingers were inserted into the void, like inserting into a block of tofu, and then pulled outwards with force.

"Splash—"

Mount Sumeru, which was hidden in the void, was forcibly pulled out of the void by Lin Chen.

The mountain is enormous, the mountain gate is majestic, and the halls stand in rows. Golden Buddhist light shines down from the mountaintop, illuminating the entire sky.

The monks in the mountains were chanting sutras when they suddenly felt the mountain shake violently, like an earthquake, and they all fell off their prayer cushions.

Some bumped into pillars with a "thud" and got bumps on their heads.

Some tumbled down the steps, rolling several times, their robes coming undone.

Some of them fell face-first into the mud, hitting their chins on the ground and almost biting their tongues.

The scriptures were scattered all over the ground, the wooden fish drums were rolled everywhere, the prayer beads had broken their string and the beads bounced on the ground, tinkling like marbles.

Master Xukong rushed out of the meditation room, looked up and saw Lin Chen outside the mountain gate, and was stunned.

Master Xuanci, the abbot of Mount Sumeru, wore a golden kasaya and held a nine-ringed staff. He had a dignified appearance and walked with composure.

He walked out of the main hall, each step steady and deliberate, as if nothing had happened.

I walked to the front of the mountain gate, stood still, put my hands together, and recited a Buddhist chant.

"Amitabha Buddha, Benefactor Lin, I have long admired your name. What is your intention in doing this?"

Lin Chen stood in the void, hands behind his back, his moon-white robe fluttering in the wind.

He looked down at Master Xuanci and sneered, "Master Xuanci, I have long admired your name, but since I cannot meet you, I have no choice but to do this."

After finishing his sentence, Lin Chen immediately recounted the sealing of the extraterrestrial passage and the meeting to be held seven days later.

Master Xuanci paused for a moment while he was holding the prayer beads, then resumed turning them.

"Mount Sumeru will send a representative."

Lin Chen looked at him, then at the majestic mountain peak that had been hidden in the void but had been pulled out by him, and chuckled softly:

"Master, I have something to say, but I don't know whether to speak it or not?"

"Please speak freely, Benefactor Lin," Master Xuanci said calmly.

Lin Chen snorted lightly: "When a great calamity comes, Mount Sumeru will cower and let others take the lead. That's not fair."

Master Xuanci stopped twirling his prayer beads, and the smile on his face also stopped, but it quickly returned.

"Mr. Lin, you flatter me. Buddhism speaks of cause and effect, the law of karma, and the salvation of all sentient beings. The closure of Mount Sumeru is also to preserve the Buddhist tradition, in preparation for—"

"Waiting for what?" Lin Chen coldly interrupted him. "Waiting until everyone else is dead before you come out to save all living beings? By then, who will save you?"

"If you're going to be a coward, then be a coward. Don't make it sound so nice. You're trying to have your cake and eat it too!"

Master Xuanci finally lost face.

He had lived for thousands of years, and no one had ever dared to stand in front of him like this, pointing their finger at his nose and saying, "You're a coward, you're a whore."

His face went from red to white, from white to blue, from blue to purple, and he said in a deep voice:

"Benefactor Lin, there is no need for you to worry about the matter of Mount Sumeru."

Xuan Ci's voice trembled slightly, not from fear, but from anger.

Lin Chen didn't say anything more. He wasn't there to argue; he was there to get things done.

He withdrew his gaze, tore through space and left, leaving only a single sentence floating in the air.

"Abbot Xuanci, in seven days, at Tianyuan City, whether you come or not is up to you."

Master Xuanci stood in front of the mountain gate, his prayer beads remaining motionless for a long time. The mountain wind blew by, causing Master Xuanci's golden kasaya to flutter loudly.

Master Void stood behind him, silent.

The monks throughout Mount Sumeru bowed their heads and chanted sutras, creating a terrifyingly oppressive atmosphere.

After a long while, Master Xuanci spoke, his voice hoarse, as if he had a piece of sand in his mouth.

"Void, in seven days, this old monk will go there personally, and you will take charge of Mount Ling."

"Yes!" Master Void replied with his hands clasped together.

Outside the mountain gate, the crack that Lin Chen had torn open had closed, but Mount Sumeru was no longer in the void.

Lin Chen pulled it out of the void, and it hung above that desolate mountain, exposed to the sun.

It will take a lot of effort to hide it back.

But Master Xuanci didn't mention hiding it back. He turned around and walked back to the main hall, tapping his nine-ringed staff on the stone slab.

Thump, thump, thump.

Each time, the sound was much louder than before.