Chapter 1726 - 1727: The Greatest Crisis
Yang Fei thought of this and activated Extreme Tiger, pursuing forward.
Old Master Wang's inexplicable disappearance made Zeus the prime suspect. Yang Fei wouldn't miss any chance to investigate the truth.
When Yang Fei moved, everyone was taken aback.
Under the pressure of the Dragon Chant Temple, everyone found their steps heavy, struggling to breathe.
However, at this moment, Yang Fei's movement was as quick as lightning, showcasing a strength that was truly shocking.
Xue Mingtai, An Zichen, and Wen Taikang exchanged astonished glances, while Sword Emperor and Jingtian Chuyi came to a halt, their faces full of shock.
Under the pressure of the Dragon Chant Temple, even these five top experts could barely hold on.
Their actions, although more graceful and quick than the average Martial Artist, could not compare to Yang Fei's level.
This guy seemed completely unaffected by the pressure of the Dragon Chant Temple.
After a long while, Xue Mingtai smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Can you believe Yang Fei only broke through Dark Force a year ago? In just one year, he has reached such a realm."
An Zichen shook his head and snorted.
"What's so surprising about that? Don't forget what a monster he was before he got injured!"
Xue Mingtai seemed to understand, nodding thoughtfully.
"True, with his martial arts foundation, it'd be odd if he were still at Dark Force or Strength Transformation now."
Yang Fei darted forward, chasing the strong figure ahead, but that person had long disappeared, forcing Yang Fei to stop, feeling inexplicably shocked.
With the arrival of Dragon Chant Temple and the opening of Heavenly Secret Sect, countless hidden great masters have emerged.
Yang Fei was a bit worried; although he had mastered the Nine Extremes, he was not invincible.
He recalled his foster father, Wang Xiaoshi, who once with a sword suppressed all great masters, forcing them to bow and submit, his dazzling presence was awe-inspiring.
With these thoughts, Yang Fei slowed his pace, climbing step by step to the peak.
The Zen chanting in the air grew increasingly majestic, a solemn aura enveloping the void.
Though Yang Fei originally had no belief in karmic Buddhism, at this moment, he couldn't help but feel more peace and compassion.
Finally, after a long steep slope, a temple appeared before Yang Fei, quite low and shabby, much like an earth temple.
However, in the void behind the shabby temple, there was a towering, majestic, and sacred temple shadow.
The shadow stood hundreds of feet high, filling the space between heaven and earth, surrounded by auspicious clouds and blooming Golden Lotuses.
Numerous pearl chains, fragrant flowers, treasure canopies, and other items hung down from the sky, creating a spectacular scene.
The temple's towering shadow stood in the void behind the small shabby shrine, both real and illusory, making it impossible to distinguish between true and false.
Yang Fei couldn't help but marvel; unless seen personally, who could imagine such a wondrous scene on Mount Everest?
While Yang Fei stood in admiration, Xue Mingtai, An Zichen, and the others also reached the peak.
Everyone looked at the small, shabby temple with wide eyes, too stunned to speak.
"What's going on here?"
An Zichen, though usually composed, couldn't help but ask Yang Fei, faced with such an unbelievable scene.
With the question out, An Zichen felt a slight shock in his heart, realizing he relied on Yang Fei's judgment.
These many experts, well-experienced, had never witnessed anything so bizarre.
At An Zichen's question, everyone subconsciously turned to Yang Fei, hoping he could provide an answer.
Yang Fei sighed, shook his head: "I don't know either, but the Dragon Chant Temple is right there, we'll know once we enter."
Saying that, he led the way to the Dragon Chant Temple.
For some reason, just now in the middle of the cliff, the Turtle Extreme within Yang Fei's body issued a faint warning.
But at this moment, it became lazy, as if the crisis had vanished in an instant.
Yang Fei was secretly alarmed.
Crises don't just disappear suddenly; such a situation can only mean one thing.
The crisis within the Dragon Chant Temple was so deeply hidden that even the divination-skilled Turtle Extreme could not detect it.
Yang Fei turned back to look at the others, and sure enough, he saw the wary expressions on the top experts' faces had disappeared.
Some had smiles, completely relaxed.
Even the exceptionally elegant An Zichen's face had softened significantly.
Sword Emperor's sharp Sword Qi vanished without a trace.
Yang Fei couldn't help but feel secretly alarmed. This eerie Dragon Chant Temple could dissolve the resolve and killing intent of the steadfast martial artists in an instant.
If any change occurred, these experts wouldn't be able to react.
Maybe this was the greatest danger!
"Everyone be careful, this place is very strange!"
Yang Fei turned back, warning everyone as he stepped toward the Dragon Chant Temple.
The dilapidated little temple's entrance, with its plaque half hanging, was about to fall.
So rundown seemed the little temple, it seemed like a touch would collapse it instantly.
Yang Fei found it hard to believe the legendary Dragon Chant Temple could be in such ruins?
Yet, at this moment, the Zen chanting in the air grew even more magnificent.
And in the void, the aura of auspiciousness thickened, emitting strong sandalwood fragrance.
Yang Fei shook his head with a bitter smile.
Suddenly, the temple's plaque was flipped by the wind, revealing four strange, winding, mysterious words.
Seeing the plaque, An Zichen slowly read aloud.
"Great Thunderclap Temple!"
Yang Fei was shocked: "What, this is the Great Thunderclap Temple? The legendary Western Paradise?"
In ancient Huaxia, many mythological legends existed, yet in any of them, the name of the Great Thunderclap Temple was enormously renowned.
Legends say that the dignified Buddha, who commanded heaven and earth, imparted Buddhist Law right here.
An Zichen furrowed his brows, also immensely surprised.
"If this really is the Great Thunderclap Temple, how could it be so dilapidated? And where is the Heavenly Secret Sect?"
Yang Fei shook his head, feeling a headache.
"I don't know either; isn't this supposed to be Dragon Chant Temple? How did it become the Great Thunderclap Temple?"
Wen Taikang slowly stepped forward, his face full of seriousness.
"Dragon Chant Temple was named by the Martial God. It's said that when Dragon Chant Temple appeared, people heard strange sounds in the void."
"Some said it was a dragon's chant, hence the Martial God named this temple Dragon Chant Temple."
Yang Fei and An Zichen, along with Xue Mingtai, nodded together.
Xue Mingtai's face also showed signs of shock.
He thought for a while and said, "Perhaps the Martial God didn't want people to overthink, so he deliberately changed the name from Great Thunderclap Temple."
"After all, very few in this world can identify this script."
Yang Fei glanced at An Zichen, curious.
"Zi Chen, how do you know this ghostly script?"
An Zichen shot Yang Fei a cold look, saying, "Why should I tell you?"
Yang Fei smiled wryly, while Xue Mingtai on the side explained.
"One of An Zichen's masters is the Sinology Master Ling Muxue, who has profound knowledge of the Cultivation Civilization."
"Ling Muxue?"
The name sounded familiar to Yang Fei, yet he couldn't quite recall immediately.